#fxckingflint

         Katie was sick of her job, and she’d only been at it a couple           of months, but she’d known it would happen. She’d spent            her childhood in the air, any spare moment she had was spent            practicing, and the rest of her time was dedicated to training.                For her, a job in the air would have been perfect, especially            one where she would be able to play Quidditch for money--            But one misplaced necklace had set that plan back a few            years; and a few years could be the difference between her            actually being selected for a team, or being overlooked since            she was what they classified ‘old’.              Though she was training, that was probably one of the only            things, other than the chance to help people, that got her            through the day. Over the past year, she’d improved a lot            more than she thought she’d be able to, and given another            couple of months she should be able to get into a team if            they gave her a go.                  A shadow falling over her desk in the hall had her raising her            head quickly; she was the triage healer for the day, she was            the lucky person who got to sort everybody out and decide            who retrieved treatment first. A reassuring smile appeared            on her face as she looked up, and after the last person who              had come in (they’d been bleeding profusely), she almost             felt like cheering when she saw somebody who looked in              one piece. 

          ’ when was the last time you              --------- you know  ; ❜

          ceruleans shift between either side of the room,          ruling out the PRESENCE of any lurkers with            those meddling, eavesdropping TENDENCIES. 

                 the next word is spoken in but a ʷʰᶤᶳᵖᵉʳ ;                 LOUD enough to reach only their ears. 

um who is this confucius taking credit for my deep life ponderings