Over the years - during school and now, as a teammate - of knowing Athena Kastor, Osric had formed a sort of friendship. Maybe it was closer to a tolerance than anything else, but the two seemed to atleast get along well enough to work together. He kind of liked to think that even Athena would call him a friend, even if she'd never say it out loud.
Her brother, however, was a different story. Ozzy could never seem to get off on a good foot with the guy. It probably didn't help that most of his existence consisted of drinking or goofing off at practice, and he didn't think Ares was too fond of the carefree attitude.
In an effort to become a better role model for his little sister, he'd been trying to take Quidditch more seriously. He'd asked Ares to practice a bit one on one with him. Sure, he could have asked Athena, but they'd probably end up not taking the whole thing seriously, and just picking at each other.
He'd extended the offer to Ares to meet him today. He didn't actually know if the older guy would come or not, he could only hope. Part of being a better Quidditch player meant he had to be a better teammate as well. And, though his hand itched to grab the flask out of his bag, he resisted. All for Odette, he reminded himself. All for Odette.
Post by ARES NIKOLAS KASTOR on Feb 8, 2018 11:01:36 GMT -6
Although he had been on the Falcons for a few years now, Ares wouldn't go so far as to say he was particularly close with any of his teammates. The only person he even really cared about was his sister. The rest of the team could go and get replaced with other people and he wouldn't miss any of them. He'd even go so far as to say he'd be happy to see some of them go.
Quidditch was one of the very few things he had a passion for. It was in his blood. His whole family had been involved in some way or another. His father played, his mother worked for the league after an injury prevented her from playing. Now he and his sister played. Hopefully Apollo would follow suit and the family tradition would continue. That said, it meant a lot to him and he took the whole thing very seriously. There wasn't time for tomfoolery on the pitch. That was how people got hurt.
However, as much as he disliked a number of his teammates, he wasn't going to deny them the chance to improve themselves. At least not when it involved Quidditch. He wasn't quite sure how much help he'd be as a Seeker, but all the same he knew things so he'd shown up.
The guy in question whose name Ares didn't really remember because he paid no attention to him seemed to get along with Athena, but that was the only redeeming quality Ares had seen. And even that was sketchy at best. So all he was getting was one chance. At the first hint of anything but pure professionalism, Ares was walking away.
Walking onto the pitch, broom over his shoulder, Ares regarded his teammate coolly. This was probably going to be a disaster, but if there was even a small chance he could help the assured victory of his team... well, that was the only reason he was here.