This was so not what Billie needed. The holidays, which were supposed to be the 'happiest time of the year', were already rough on the Quidditch player who had pretty much nothing left but her team. She didn't have any friends who weren't Magpies, and she managed to fuck up the friendships she did have by making them complicated (whether or not that much was true she wasn't sure, but things definitely seemed complicated lately), and it wasn't like she had any family to spend the holidays with. She had spent the entirety of Christmas at Mungo's, which didn't exactly scream 'festive'.
And now she found out that one of her teammates had screwed over the rest of the team by going and getting himself traded to the Falcons. To say she was in a bad mood was an understatement.
Slamming her locker closed, Billie pivoted around when she heard Odette enter the room, stepping over to one of the benches to drop herself down, lifting up one of her legs to adjust the laces of her shoes. Aquatic eyes turned up to acknowledge their captain when she spoke, she let out a sigh through her nose.
"Well what?"
The question was mumbled, returning her focus to her shoes, wondering if one of her other teammates had something more productive to add.
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