"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return." -Leonardo Da Vinci
Ever since she'd been a little girl, Rhea had loved Quidditch. She had a huge backyard, with a few Quidditch hoops set up for her use. Of course, her being of a wealthy pureblood family, her parents spoiled her with a broom of her wish - which happened to be the Firebolt. As she had no outside interaction with the people in her area, apart from the parties her parents took her to every weekend, she spent most of her childhood playing Quidditch with her nanny. Her first nanny, Angelica, was not a very good player - Rhea, a seven year old girl, could easily score against her. But Aida, her second nanny, had been on the Slytherin Quidditch team during her time in Hogwarts as a Keeper. It was the perfect combination, for Rhea aspired to play as a Chaser for her Hogwarts team. But for that to happen, she knew that she had to be the best of the best in order for the coach to have absolutely no hesitation in choosing her.
Although Rhea knew that her skills were already above most of the students who were going to try out, she felt that she had to be the best of the best. Perhaps it was because of the way she was raised, or perhaps it was because Rhea hated competition, but it was why Rhea found herself on the Quidditch Training Pitch, armed with a school broom, practicing to catch the ball while she was in the air. She had enchanted the ball so that it rushed at her every ten seconds, so she had enough time to catch the ball and release it again. Each time, the ball came at her from a different angle. It was a spell Aida had taught her before Rhea had left for Hogwarts, as the nanny knew that Rhea would want to keep practicing and playing the Quidditch.
Rhea managed to catch the ball every time, no matter where it came at her. Whether from her blind side, the back side, from down, or if it somehow managed to rush at her from above, Rhea's hands were wide open and caught the ball with no hesitation. She knew that it would be much easier for her practice if she had someone she could pass and catch the Quaffle from, but Rhea was used to being independent. She paused for a bit to wipe the sweat from her forehead but kept on catching the ball, her red hair flowing behind her. She decided that it would for the worse to take a break right now, as it would take her out of her zone.
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STAMINA: 4; EVASION: 10; STRENGTH: 8; WISDOM: 6; ARCANE POWER: 5; ACCURACY: 12