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Reserve Keeper 5th Year
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Post by Aaron O'Brien on Aug 2, 2016 0:51:46 GMT -5
Aaron was layered in a tank top, t-shirt, and sweatshirt on this chilly Saturday evening. He found it difficult the gauge the necessary attire for March. The temperature seemed to fluctuate between extremely cold and slightly warm. In addition, the Gryffindor planned on culminating some sort of body heat within the next hour or so. Bearing the title of 'reserve' on a quidditch team meant that a greater amount of time had to be dedicated to practice. Perhaps even a greater amount of practicing than those on the main roster. Having his name, in his eyes, merely scribbled at the bottom of the list burdened the fifth year. Hence why lately he has been seeing the pristine grass on the quidditch pitch more than the comfy armchairs in his common room. The frosty wind caused his hair to sway gently as he straddled the newest broomstick in the Firebolt collection - one that he nearly had to beg his parents to buy him. Agility was the target category of this evening's training session. Although with his position, he invariably remained close to the goal posts, the ability to suddenly change position was usually essential. Due to weight training, he was already seeing progress in his balance on the broom. If he continued practicing as he was, he was sure he'd be first-string keeper next year. Aaron began with a light warm-up. He flew up to the towers surrounding the pitch and zig-zagged around them a couple of times. Once he was ready, he steadily glided down to the goal posts to begin his actual practice. Olive Greene
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Post by Olive Greene on Aug 4, 2016 9:04:31 GMT -5
Hidden among the empty stands, Olive lay blissfully unaware of the fact that a very perhaps /annoying/ presence would soon be making his entrance. There was something about the spring that drove her out to the stands, taking solace in its isolation and quiet and the breeze that swept. It also gave her the perfect scouting position for if anyone stopped by to tamper with the balls or for when Colin sneaked in a practice. He'd become ever more obsessed with dodging her, and she'd respected his boundaries by silently hiding among the masses, watching, waiting... and sometimes drooling. As she laid there in the stands she couldn't help but hear the familiar sounds of a broomstick crossing, rippling through the air, but this on was silent, almost inaudible in comparison to what she was used to hearing. Strange... Olive peaked an eye open the sun momentarily blinding her vision so that all she saw was a lone figure flying about. Left then right then a sharp turn here and then back. Show off she grumbled herself as she sat upright, picking herself up from her mid-afternoon slumber. "You're wasting your time!" she finally shouted, fully aware of who it was. Who else could it be than that sniveling wannabe keeper git O'Brien. "It's never going to happen" so long as I'm here not that Colin needed her but still... it didn't hurt for her to be an impediment to those hotshot guys like O'Brien who thought Quidditch was about tight tanks and spiky hair.
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Gryffindor
Reserve Keeper 5th Year
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Post by Aaron O'Brien on Aug 4, 2016 20:49:44 GMT -5
Aaron's mind was focused on the task at hand. The determined Gryffindor was sure that his extra practicing would assist him in being the starting keeper for not only next season, but the rest of his time at Hogwarts. Being a reserve behind someone a year younger than him wasn't really the highlight of his bragging reel. Sure, he made the team on his first tryout - which was a fact that many could not truthfully say. Actually, the fifth year pondered over whether he'd be starting if he took Quidditch seriously when he initially noticed his talent. Probably. It was nothing against Colin, though. He was a cool guy and all. Aaron just wanted his spot.
After his warm up, Aaron proceeded to do another flying agility drill. He whipped his broom from side to side, up and down, and whichever way a chaser could throw a quaffle. His focus was interrupted, however, by a voice from somewhere in the stands. Steadily bringing his broomstick to a halt, Aaron looked in the direction where the noise came from, then immediately rolled his eyes. 'Of course,' he thought as he flew in her direction, stopping a few feet from Olive. "Oy, you're not going ta be sayin that when I get recruited for Kenmare, are ya?" A familiar smirk was plastered on his face. "What are ya doing out in this cold anyway? Just enjoying the show? Could I do anything special for you?"
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Post by Olive Greene on Aug 14, 2016 19:50:18 GMT -5
"no" Olive added with a sly smug "well not exactly. Instead of me shouting 'you're wasting your time' I'll probably sing to the tune of 'you suck, go home', of course.. birds of the same feather I suppose. Kenmares got nothing on Puddlemere" she shrugged and pretended not to take notice of Aarons Firebolt, the latest in the series of world class brooms, slick smooth finish, in a heart-beat stops, and the feeling of floating on air. Olive had to stop herself from drooling, but just one look at her and it was more than obvious of what kind of vivid fantasies were floating in her mind.
Not that type you perverts...
She sniffed airly and picked at the non-existant dirt on her skirt, anything to occupy her mind from staring any longer at that bastards lavishly expensive stick
"As if I'd waste my time looking at you and that hunk of a thing you call a broom. Nope. I'm actually just standing sentry. You know. Really important stuff." she nodded, assured of herself that she was doing things for the greater good, protecting the world from villains, fighting crime and what have you. So what if she was exaggerating just a bit.
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