A KEEPER

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐂 . . .

a hand raises to rub at the bump in the bridge of her nose, a phantom feeling of an itch grazing across her flesh as images of the bludger breaking her nose at the age of fifteen brings a small smile to her lips. leaning back from where she stands, minette looks to her side and finds a familiar player - ginny weasley. " do you ever miss it ? that youthful flying ? not a care in the world ? "

context: if minette isn't in the gym or crocheting with her mum, then you'll find her with her face in a book. it is rare that minette will be seen out with a book or in a bookshop - often having them delivered straight to her house - and yes, she is a big fantasy girl. at this point she has read j.r.r.tolkien's works about twenty times.

" serpent bâtard . . . " the words are whispered as she looks over her shoulder at her ex, taking in his features - perhaps a beat too long - after the long absence of seeing him. she had last seen him at that sham of a wedding, ridiculous. clicking her tongue, the french keeper spins to face her teammate. " what do you want from me, marcus ? to fall to my knees and scream to the heavens about my past ? would that make you feel better ? "

left post context: one of minette's favourite places is the falmouth falcons training grounds, particularly because of the initials she carved into the centre hoop and the comradery her team get in teasing eachother. her instagram is filled with updates on the team and her own regime at the pitch. right post context: as mentioned before, minette grew up in montpellier for seven years before tragedy struck, but it is still one of her favourite places and recently she has been returning on weekend trips and is planning a longer holiday to see the old town where she once resided over the summer.

context: the caption reads 'peace at home' with a picture of a fountain in the jardin des plantesde montpellier in france. montpellier is both minette's birth and home town where she grew up for seven years before tragedy struck. prior to the event that would shape her future in england, minette would spend a lot of time at this place with her mum and has lots of fond memories of the location - on the anniversary of her families passing she will post an old photo of the fountain as this was a place they would make wishes.

" and people with ambitions. " a smirk pulls at the keeper's lips as they lean back in their chair, the old metal creaking through the motion - how unflattering ! dark eyes flicker across familiar and stranger faces in the crowd of ministry workers now filing in to the cafeteria for their lunch, nose scrunching at the sight of a very familiar face before turning back to their tray of so-called food. " i fear level seven employees will start to turn the heads at me if i carry on turning up here unannounced. "

ft. ginny ( @petriichvrs )

she truly hated veritaserum and the words she wished to stay were pushed down her throat as other's spilled, the thoughts were her own that had been hidden. " of course i do, marcus left their mark on me. "

perhaps at some point in her life minette had wished to be married, she had probably dreamed up this big and fancy white wedding celebration with a man she couldn't put a face to. at another point, she probably saw marcus standing there at the altar waiting for her. probably, but not anymore. minette has seen and heard of more marriages for the benefits of either party that she does not see them as a show of love for upgrade.

minette is constantly trying to learn and put into practice, however, whilst she may seem to learn. she doesn't. she always repeats.

one eye is closed as the tip of her tongue slips between pursed lips, concentration evident through the muscles and resolute posture of the keeper as she carefully fiddles with the toggles on her fireplace. it's not that she hated the fireplace, per se, it's simply been a forgotten comodity until the central heating went kaput. "hey! at least its my home getting burnt down, not yours, vik." a moment passes as she continues to twist and pull until the burst of a flame startles her - she is thankful for her back to be facing the quidditch player as her face had mirrored the fearful cry of a child in her past - her body lurching back into the coffee table. " . . . did it."

do not pretend that you are some meek, pathetic 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 when i can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes.

when she is in training then she will typically keep to leggings with a pair of oversized shorts over them and then her old hufflepuff jersey from when she was on the house quidditch team. during a match, minette wears the falmouth falcon uniform, the only difference to her uniform/broom would be the scarf wrapped around the front of her broom sporting the colours white and seafoam green - the scarf is one of the few things she has left of her bio mother's and she quotes it brings her luck.

the keeper stands outside of gladrags with a face that mixes between sour and disappointed - not the type of emotion you'd expect from minette during prime party month. in her arms lays a duo of items collected from the shop looming from behind her, a clash of patterns almost blinding a group of children that rush past the quidditch player. "merde . . ." curses fade off beneath her breath in her mother tongue before she catches sight of another wix. holding up the dress and robe either side of her body, the keeper frowns and addresses the other person: "qu'est-ce que tu en penses?" humming, she sighs. "good, bad? vomit-like or tripping on a bad shroom type of outfit?"