i get so high, i come alive

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575 | OPEN | come play <3

I take a deep breath every time I pass your door. I know you're there but I can't see you anymore, and that's the reason you're in the dark. I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart, and I feel so helpless here. Watch my eyes are filled with fear, tell me do you feel the same? Hold me in your arms again.

Even her bones ached. Carrera stretched out her arm over the back of her neck, feeling the immediate protest of her tricep. Their coach had been particularly rough on the team as of late, with longer and more challenging practices becoming the norm. As the season had pressed on, the competition had become far more fierce than she had ever expected. Accordingly, their coach thought it would be fit to increase the challenge of their practices. Carrera was one of the few (at this point) who had managed to not throw up during or after practice. She had half a mind to think that her coach was planning on changing that sooner than later. The thought made her shudder.

The streets of Diagon Alley were already busy, even though it was late morning on a Saturday. Carrera became acutely aware of how thankful she was that the shop wasn't too far from her apartment - her legs were screaming at her. She made her way through the crowds, pausing once or twice to sign a spare scrap of parchment for a fan that happened to recognize her, once to bend down to speak to a little girl that had just been bought her first broom. She was a waif of a little thing, all curly red hair and freckles, but a look of determination in her eye that made Carrera believe her when she said she was going to be the captain of the Harpies one day. She reminded Carrera a little of herself when she was that young. All brightness and stubbornness and a passion that burned so brightly that it would occasionally leave her dazzled and dazed. Those feelings had never faded for Carrera, and she hoped very much that they wouldn't for this little girl, either.

The bell of the shop tinkled brightly as she pushed open the door to the shop. She was very much in need of a new bat, considering the ones she currently owned were on the verge of shattering from the use as of late. A new pair of gloves would also be finding their way into her basket, as her own were starting to wear thin on grip in the palms. The last thing she needed to do during a game was lose hold of her bat because she had been too lazy to replace the gloves. She could practically hear her coach shouting at her as she was carted away by the medics with a broken collarbone. Some people called it unsportsmanlike, going after a player who'd lost a piece of equipment during play. But she had quickly learned that unspoken rule between players: anything and anyone was fair game.

Carrera yawned as she thumbed through a rack of gloves, each a different colour, size, and style. It always was a chore to pick out a solid pair of gloves. She picked up one, a plain black pair, and examined the grip on it, running the pad of her thumb over it. Carrera was so deep in thought and consideration of the leather garment that it took a moment for her to realize that someone was talking to her. She looked up, blinking as she came out of her stupor. A smile spread across her face, as it often did, her features shifting into a bright and welcoming picture. "Oh hello! I'm sorry, I apparently stepped out of my own head for a moment there."

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The Day had been long, but fun. The shop, as always since they opened the doors was bustling with children and adults. Laughter and small shouts of joy and surprised could be heard even from the streets of Diagon alley. With a broad smile upon his features George stood at the top of the winding steps looking down over their dream come true. A small warmth spread itself, like wildfire through out his chest. George wasn’t sure but if he had to guess he would assume this was like to see ones child growing. For that’s what this shop was. It was George’s child and he couldn’t be any happier than to see it thrive each day with great success. With a clap of his hands, George straightened out his suit and made his way down the stairs to mingle with his customers. He received several hugs from past classmates as he walked around the floor. Occasionally he would kneel down to the level of a small child and show them one of their less frightening pranks or candies. He then bounced over to a large group of girls as they giggled over the temporary love potions and easily talked them into purchasing Pygmy Puffs as well. George then turned his attention to Verity as she attempted to cash out several people at once. Having nothing else to do, George made his way over to the register and assisted Verity until the long line had subsided before once again walking back out onto the floor. After several minutes of walking around the floor George found himself back at the registers. He quickly told Verity that he was going to talk a small walk through Diagon Alley just get a small breath of fresh air. The store was starting to calm down now and he felt confident that his brother and Verity would be able to handle a few minutes with out him there. Slowly George began to make his way up Diagon Alley browsing the store fronts that were on the same side of the street as Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Once he reached the top of the Alley he turned and began to make his way down the opposite end, only stopping a few times to have his pictures taken for the antics pulled by Fred and himself the previous year at Hogwarts. As the younger twin slowly made his way down the alley, his eyes landed on the sign for Quality Quidditch Supplies. With a small smile he entered the store. It had felt like forever since he had been on a broomstick flying around with a bat in his hands. He missed the feel of his palms gripping the handle of both broomstick and bat as he attempted to knock his opponents off their brooms. Perhaps during the Christmas Holiday they could get the family together to have a small game. He knew that Fred and Ginny wouldn’t turn the opportunity down, and perhaps Ron and Harry would join with them. He moved from one section of the store to the other running the items through his hands. As he neared the rack with the bats sitting on the he picked them up and began to beat them bats against each other. After finally choosing one that felt right in his hands he moved on to the rack of gloves. It seemed however that he wouldn’t be the only person purchasing new gloves today. “Never could go with plain black. Always needed a bit of character for my gloves.” He stated lightly as he observed the woman. He smiled lightly when it appeared that she hadn’t heard him. “Said, that plain black never seemed to suit me. An I’d wager that you have a bit more character than plain black gloves.”

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528 | George | ouuuu yay!

I take a deep breath every time I pass your door. I know you're there but I can't see you anymore, and that's the reason you're in the dark. I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart, and I feel so helpless here. Watch my eyes are filled with fear, tell me do you feel the same? Hold me in your arms again.

Picking a new pair of gloves, for whatever reason, was still a little bit of a treat for Carrera.  She could remember when she was a child and her father would take her out to the little Quidditch emporium near their home, and they would look through all the equipment.  It had been her father that had taught her how a bat ought to feel in her hands, how her feet should sit in the stirrups of a broom, and to always make sure she picked the most comfortable glove she could find, lest she end up sitting in St. Mungo's with a witch or wizard applying a poultice to a terrible set of blisters.  And she knew that would be a situation that her father would soon follow up with an "I told you so."  Better to do it right the first time, so she wouldn't end up regretting it.

It was a young, red-headed man that drew her out of her stupor.  He didn't look to be much older than Carrera herself, certainly, and he was oddly familiar.  With hair as bright as his, one would expect that they would be easy to recall, but it was more than that...  She recognized his face.  Carrera would happily wager that he lived or worked in the Alley, at the very least.  That was the only way she could explain the intense feeling of deja vu.

She grinned as he repeated himself, shrugging as she waved the glove gingerly.  "Honestly, I go through so many pairs that it's almost easier to just go with the black ones," she breathed, looking down at the plain leather in her hand.  Her eyes flashed up to meet his when he mentioned her character, and her grin became more of a shy smile.  It seemed that he didn't know exactly who she was, which suited her just fine.  It was always nicer to meet people and hopefully get a feel for them and them for you before they found out what you did for a living, especially when it was playing professional Quidditch.  "See, I like to tell myself that, but if we're judging based on gloves, then I suppose I'm as dull as they come."

Carrera reached up to push some hair out of her face, her smile still perched on her lips.  The man in front of her was quite handsome, truth be told.  He was all smiles and just seemed to radiate happiness.  And that was something she didn't mind having around right now at all, considering how wildly fucked up things had been as of late.  Her life could use a little bit of sunshine.  "I'm Carrera," she chirped, holding her hand out to shake his.  She weighed the options in her mind, and settled on her full name.  At least then she would know with certainty whether or not he was genuinely engaged in their conversation or just looking for a quick autograph and chat.  She was hoping for the former.  He was handsome, and seemed so very nice.  "Carrera Bristow," she breathed, her smile still plastered on her face.  Time to see how it all fared.

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Now that George could see her face clearly there was something nagging about it. He had seen her before, but the question was where? He knew for a fact that this definitely wasn’t the first time that he’s seen her face. Was she a customer of the shop? Did she live in Diagon Alley? Or was it one of the many posters that lined the Alley? Several more questions and theories ran through his head, however until he could figure out from where she seemed familiar he just gave her his best charming smile that. Which of course wasn’t really all that difficult; not when he has such a pretty face to look at. Okay so there we go that was a small hint to figuring her out. She played Quidditch! Yup he knew there was a reason why he liked her from the get-go. “Hogwash. If you play Quidditch and go through so many gloves in one go that right there tells me that you are a vibrant person and you need better gloves.” He reached over to the rack and lightly ran his finger tips over the gloves before pulling a pair off the rack. “Try this pair. The price is a little bit higher, but it’s made of quality stuff and should last a bit longer. An they’re not dull black.” George then reached up and took down a pair of red gloves that were missing the finger guards. “I personally like these gloves; to me it doesn’t feel like it restricts the wrist movement. Plus I never did like the finger guards.” When she extended her hand out he was quick to take it in his for a shake. When she stated her full name alarms started going off in his head. However he still couldn’t place from where he had seen and heard her name from. Of course knowing his luck he’d probably figure it out later that night. “Pleasure to meet you Carrera. George Weasley at your service.” He said with a small mock bow his goofy grin still plastered on his features. It still bothered him that he couldn’t place her name. It sounded familiar, like something that he had either said himself, or heard someone else say her name. A picture of Ginny popped up in his mind for some reason. Then slowly realization dawned on the ginger. Snapping his fingers he briefly pointed at her slightly before allowing his hand to fall comfortably on his hip. “I remember now, Holyhead Harpies. You’re one of their beaters yeah?” it was more of a statement than a question of course. “My sister will be Jealous when I mention I’ve met you come next Holiday.” George made sure to keep his voice down so that the other shoppers in the store didn’t over hear him. It wouldn’t do any good to bring attention to her if she didn’t want it. “Do you live around here? Or just stopping by for some shopping?” And just like that he dropped back into a normal conversation routine.

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511 | george | best brother time

I take a deep breath every time I pass your door. I know you're there but I can't see you anymore, and that's the reason you're in the dark. I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart, and I feel so helpless here. Watch my eyes are filled with fear, tell me do you feel the same? Hold me in your arms again.

She could not help the grin that crashed down over her features, shaking her head ever so slightly from side to side. In all honesty, he probably was right.  She needed better gloves, ones that didn't see their life run by in a month or less.  Then again, she also used her gloves a little more frequently than the average player.  Considering that it was her job and all.  Nonetheless, he was right.  She needed better gloves, and she now had the money to pay for those better gloves.

Carrera's lips pressed together in a coy smile as she accepted the pair of gloves that the man was holding out.  She slipped them on one by one, flexing her fingers.  Certainly comfortable, soft lining, and the gloves themselves moved the way she liked them to.  "They are rather nice," she conceded, her eyes flashing up to meet his as she smiled.  Carrera shook her head as he held out the pair of red gloves, holding up a hand and wagging a finger.  "I guarantee the day I stop wearing gloves with finger guards is the day that I'm going to wish that I had never stopped wearing finger guards.  They might be really good at fixing broken bones now, but that doesn't stop it from hurting when it happens.  I'd know."  She paused, nodding down at the bat in his hand.  "I'd wager you know too.  You're a Beater as well."

As she shook his hand, she tilted her head back in slight surprise.  So that was where she knew him from!  She only passed by his shop in Diagon Alley about ten thousand times a day.  "Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," she said brightly, nodding her head.  "That's where I recognized you from.  I walk past your shop on my way to and from home.  So basically about forty to one thousand times a day."  She giggled as he bowed, his own grin about as wide and goofy as she imagined her own was.  It was nice to meet someone with such a bright and bubbly personality.  So many people these days were extra quiet and reserved...

She blinked and jumped, slightly startled by George's sudden snap and point at her.  However, her smile returned not a moment later.  Now he recognized her.  "Yeah, that's me.  All day, every day."  She snorted as he mentioned his sister's soon-to-be jealousy, grinning.  "If you'd like, I could sign something for you, for her.  You could give it to her right after you've sent her into her little fit.  If she's that much of a fan, you'd probably go from worst to best brother in about two-point-five seconds."  It was still a foreign thought to her, that someone would want her autograph.  The whole fame bit had never really made much sense to her.  She wasn't all that special, she just played Quidditch.  She got to do what she loved for a living.

Carrera nodded, waving her hand absently.  "Yep, right in the village.  Like I said, I walk past your shop every single day."

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