<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/f3/8f/e7f38f86129a68e5acabcc733db5fb81.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Samara Kane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16078429#msg16078429)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>14/08/22 - 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quidditch World Cup Stands<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Jacket, Jeans<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Excited but focused<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>While many fans were yelling or screaming out their support for their team Samara was too focused for that. Her dad often teased her for the way she struggled to pay attention in school but could glue her eyes to every second of a Quidditch game. Realistically she cared about it more than her hobbies anyway and saw the potential of a future pro career if everything was to go according to plan. She'd love that, playing for a national team eventually on a stage like this. The idea didn't make her anxious at all. She'd never feel anxious when she had something practical to focus on. Taking a test was more unsettling.<br/><br/>Today she was sat by her dad who, despite his teasing, was just as invested in the final as he was. They shared that serious expression, staring the game down as they couldn't wait for it to begin. Another student likely could have tripped over Samara and she wouldn't have noticed, having clocked a few she recognized from school among the stands on her way to her seat but not been willing to take the time away from the game.<br/><br/>Though it didn't show on the outside Samara felt as though her heart was in her throat, her stomach tense and her pulse racing. She was desperate for the game to begin. While she was quietly supporting the home team, or closest to it, she was what she'd call a 'love of the game' fan and so wasn't too overt in her support for either instead just hoping to see some extremely high-level play overall.