Maybelline Johnson
Inquirer of the Daily Prophet
Maybelline could not feign the surprise evident on her features as she reached the stands that was huddled in a clearing at the edge of a behemoth river, water crashing downstream. She had heard telltale of a race, a challenge of sorts, being held by the centaurs.
As a reporter, she was more than intrigued to wonder if anybody else would be there to report it. Apparently, none of the wizarding kind felt safe to attend, even despite what had happened. Maybel had heard talk, too much talk, and not enough fact for one year and she was damned if she was going to let that become a following trend.
Silent, precarious steps carefully carried her to the stands to take a seat, her quick quill notes already out and scribbling away on her personal notebook. She slipped her scarlet hood off to watch the game better, already picking out which centaur had won and who was second thereafter…
Although, she may want to consider getting their names, too.
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Centaur Games in The Stands
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