Connie Wilkes

“It’s a plan.” She grinned, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Just what do you have in mind?” She asked. 

Connie did her best to sooth the other, rubbing circles on her back as she worked to stop herself from crying too. “I know exactly what you mean...” She agreed, thinking back to her own lost love.

“Well then it sounds like we might have to have a match to determine just who is actually the best!” She warned him jokingly.

“Well I’ve been playing as a Chaser ever since I convinced my brother’s to let me play with them in the backyard...” She told him with a bemused shrug.

“I’m so sorry...” She whispered, placing her hand on her shoulder. “That’s so horrible... My parent’s were supporters of you-know-who’s ideas, it makes me sick to even think about.” She admitted, a lump forming in her throat. “Oh my God...” She gasped at the last bit, pulling her into a hug.

She nodded her head in agreement, moving over to sit down beside her. “I know exactly what you mean...” She agreed wearily. “And it’s one of those things that people don’t always understand- that you miss them most at the strangest of times... at least in my case.” She mused, tossing her head slightly as she shook her head thoughtfully. “Oh my gosh... what happened?” She asked, placing a hand on top of hers gently. “You don’t have to tell me...” She added a second later.

“Well... good...” She began, shooting her an uncertain smile back. “I know- I just, I was giving mixed signals...” She continued apologetically. “And yeah, I hope so... It’s just hard...”

“You started that late?” She teased, smiling mischievously at him. “I’ve been playing on the school team since I was 12! What position do you play?”

She continued to rub the other’s back soothingly, breathing slowly alongside her so she had something to base her own breath’s speed off of. As her breathing slowed, Connie shot her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it... My roommate at Hogwarts used to have a lot of panic attacks, I know how scary it can be...”

She started beaming at the first mention of Quidditch, nodding her head back at him enthusiastically. “Me too!” She enthused. “I bet I could beat you in a one versus one match...” She teased.

“Well how am I supposed to cope if you’re able to scare a crocodile away?” She asked, laughing again as he joked. “So if wrangling isn’t up your alley... just what is?”

“I’m sorry if I lead you on...” She began apologetically, gaze drooping to the floor before she forced herself to meet her gaze again. “It’s definitely not you... You’re gorgeous- if this had been last year... I wouldn’t have dreamed of stopping you... but, it’s been a rough year.” She explained with a sigh. “I’m really sorry to hear that...”