Tim was yelling orders right and left, and Cassidy was getting frustrated. She flew around as quickly as she could on her broom, but it just wasn't good enough for Tim. Feeling her anger rise, she slowed to a dead hover in the air, the Quaffle under her arm protectively. Why couldn't she control this anger? Why was she angry to begin with?
Confused and frustrated, Cassidy blinked a few times, trying to regain composure. Tim started to yell at her again, and she barely heard her words, she was so upset.
"You know, Tim!" she half-screamed across the field, throwing the Quaffle to a team member. "I've only been playing for a little while. Cut me some slack!!"
She clamped her hands over her mouth quickly, her eyes growing wide against the bitter winter breeze. She could not believe it! Very angry with herself, she bowed her head, not daring to look at Tim, or her teammates. She focused her eyes on her broom handle as Tim flew over to her.
"What's with you today?" Tim demanded hoarsely. His voice was weakened from all the yelling he had done. He stared at her coldly. "If you've got a problem, you can just sit out! We've got more important things to do than sit here and whine. Shape up already!"
"I'm sorry, Tim," she said earnestly, brushing some tears from her face. She looked up at him, her face flushed in embarassment. "Please don't take me out. It won't happen again, I promise!"
"Alright then," Tim siad, his expression softening at the sight of her tears. "Don't go on crying about it, alright? Eveyone's going to think I'm a mean captain. I was probably a little too hard on you anyway." He looked over at the team. "Alright, guys, let's run it again! We have to win this next game!!"
Cassidy tried harder this time, and worked harder than she usually had to to control her anger. She left the Quiddich field at the end of practice feeling very disgruntled. She caught up with Terra after practice, and tried to explain what the deal was with her strange, angry outbursts, but settled for a calming silence instead.