Who am I? (Allora)

[ALEX J. SMITH]

---- DOES THAT MAKE ME CRAZY

[/size]

How's life on the team? That's what they all ask. Well to be honest, Alex was feeling a little pressured to but on a good game in the upcoming matches. Not only is it hard to train with ignorant people like Blake Bloodmoon around, it was difficult to cope with his infiltration task. Doing things like helping the girl from Hufflepuff he met, Kaelyn made him stick out like a sore thumb. And he's always left to pick up the pieces. Alex looked around the Quidditch pitch as he got up from one of the seats in a stand, it seemed pretty much empty for now. That was good, in a way.

Alex made his way down the creaky old set of wooden stairs; it surprised Alex how people could not worry about falling down. It was then that Alex thought he spotted a girl, with red hair on the pitch. He felt curious; since not many would come down here in the day unless it was training. He jumped down the final step, and rubbed his eyes; the girl was beautiful, the best looking gal he'd ever seen.

Tags?! Allora
Mood?! Upset, Confused
Notes?! First post with Allora, and this new template I created, yay!
Credit?! Copyright to Alex J. Smith of -- SOMETHING WICKED !! DON'T STEAL!

[ALLORA E. DE'FLEUR]

She wasn’t quite sure how she’d ended up at the quidditch pitch, she only really came here at night time where she could practise her gift in private or to watch the games cheering her house excitedly as they swooped through the air with the other competitors. The cool wind was stronger here and she blinked as the gales ripped through her red hair, she was tired the little escapade earlier with her gift had worn her out; she was more likely to day dream now yet less likely to fall into that comfortable state of sub consciousness.
Anyway she couldn’t nap now, she had lessons later! And she hated missing them for whatever reason, it was almost like a phobia she hated being late as well and had a bad tendency to panic whenever she felt like she wasn’t punctual enough.
After running from the trophy room and hiding for a while Allora had decided to take a walk, so lost in her own thoughts was she that Allora hadn’t even realised she was at the quidditch pitch. Her eyes dashed to the side of the arena where a small square of grass was charred, that had been her fault a sensation of guilt overcame her as she strolled over almost cautiously, taking out her wand and muttering the spell for the grass to grow right again.
She hadn’t really realised how big the stands were it was a wonder Allora had no trouble going up them, she hated heights if they weren’t on a broomstick then she hated the sight of them. She stepped back as another odd feeling crept over her, it was as if she was being watched but no one else was here surely? Her brown eyes darted around till she spotted the blonde Slytherin boy who had just come down from the stands. She took a step back tripping over her robes so she fell flat on her face, her cheeks flaming a bright red as she took him in he was tall, with blonde hair and a handsome face. She felt incredibly stupid sitting their staring at him her blush seemed to increase at the thought burning such a colour Allora surely resembled a tomato.