Aeron had been nervous to call the first practice of the year last year in his first year of captaincy and he was just as nervous this year but for different reasons. There was a new, unwelcome dynamic to the team and it was largely his own fault for being a moron. No one had ever said he made good choices though.
Having avoided the pitch since the fight with Cora, Aeron felt strange stepping out onto it again. There was a clench in his gut and a hesitancy in his step that hadn't been there before. Before the pitch had been the only place he really felt at home in the school. Now no such place existed. The only reason he was now was his duty to his team. He couldn't let them down just because he'd made a mistake.
Reaching the middle of the pitch, Aeron placed his broom down and then sat on the grass to wait for the rest of the team. He was a a good twenty minutes early, nerves getting the best of him, so he didn't expect anything to happen quickly. Mostly he just hoped everyone showed up because there was always a chance that... No, he couldn't do that to himself. It would be fine.
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Some part of her did not want to go to training. A strong part of her actually. Being around Aeron... it hurt . Seeing him made her anger spike, but it also just hurt. A lot. She would have liked the emotion to just be angry, to just be hate, but there was a cascade of other emotions that she did not want. Couldn't feeling betrayed just be angry? Did it have to be hurt too?
But she was turning up. Whether or not she particularly wanted to be there, she was turning up. Cora was not going to hide, no matter the circumstance. And besides, as the seeker, she held a lot of the fate of the team in her hands. Sabotage could also be a satisfying revenge to punching him in the face.
In retrospect however, she should have turned up late. Or at least nearing late. Because that avoided being the first person there. Dammit. She paused at the edge of the pitch for a few moments, debating whether she wanted to just turn around and leave again. Taking a deep breath, she moved closer to where he was, and then crossed her arms over her chest, looking pointedly away from him.
Post by APOLLO KASTOR on Jun 22, 2017 20:26:09 GMT -6
Apollo supposed he should probably show up for Quidditch practice since he was on the team, but there was the small problem of a few of his teammates hating him. Really, it was probably a miracle he was still on the team considering Aeron was the captain now. Cora being on the team didn’t help matters either, weren’t those two a thing but not or something? Though, admittedly, he was pretty sure he’d gotten in Aeron’s pants before she had, which was just straight up hilarious as far as he was concerned. That wasn’t important right now, but at the same time it was because as he approached the field he noticed those two were the only ones on the field so far. Oh, well at least he wasn’t late, but perhaps he was going to walk into a weird conversation if they didn’t notice him? That would be weird, and unfortunate as he wasn’t about that right now.
As he walked up though Cora was looking in another direction and he blinked at her. How had Aeron managed to offend her in the five minutes they had probably been standing there, or less? Weren’t they friends? Maybe his roommate would hate him less if he was fighting with Cora? Yeah, he was doubting that one, but still he could hope. “Well, practice seems to be off to a good start already,” he said idly with a raised eyebrow.
The journey from dorm to common room to Great Hall to pitch passed in a blur. Her mind hovered between the notes from her quidditch practice journal tucked under her arm -
Lean into swings with your control arm to absorb bat-bludger impact into your body through your core.
Brace with core to help execute tighter turns.
Lock legs when lunging for block to keep broom close and kick back to provide boost.
- and the book held open with her other hand ("Wandless magic requires much the same form of internal conscious and subconscious discipline to maintain focus as muggles cultivate through the practice of meditation. Of course, meditation is by no means a trademark of muggles. Mages as far back as the thirteenth century-."). She ambled down to the quidditch pitch in a similar fashion. She had decided at the end of the last semester to focus on the skill and less on comraderie when it came to the Slytherin quidditch team. The price of a house of ambitious snakes was the rampant drama. Snakes received a bad rap. They were good creatures, essential parts of ecosystems. They kept rodent populations down. From a certain perspective, they were sleek and powerful hairless cats - except more alluring and less ugly. Drama, therefore, was uniquely human, but not uniquely Slytherin. There was some vague tension, she observed as she closed her book and dropped it into her satchel, between the three players already there: the captain, the chaser, and the seeker. There was an allegory somewhere in that conflict. While she missed being the beater, she felt a profound gratitude in retaining her position as keeper. She didn't have to coordinate in quite the same way as the chasers. The only comparison was @cora's role as seeker, but even she had to follow along with the points in determining when to catch the snitch. Immediately she bypassed her teammates and grabbed her broom. She had selected a new one this year, though still unable to afford her own. While she waited for Slytherins to slither in, she picked up a polishing kit and began work on it. She wanted it to be in the best condition this year.
Post by ION ZAKHAROV on Jun 24, 2017 14:21:09 GMT -6
Ion had quidditch practice to get to, and so he located appropriate clothing and other supplies before scuttling from the dorm out to the pitch. His step mother had bought him a nice broom upon learning he was on the team, probably to win him over, and he appreciated it but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Supposedly she had wanted him to come to the wedding, but he wasn’t sure he believed that. Why else plan it for when both he and his step-sister were in school after all? Anyway, he was bitter, sue him. He sighed as he wandered out onto the pitch and saw that everyone except Apollo was silent. That boy never knew how to shut up though so that wasn’t a shock. At least half the team was here now, so maybe they could start soon? He went and stood by Micah so he didn’t have to deal with what was obviously some level of tension between the older students.
Micah looked up as ION ZAKHAROV dropped next to her. She gave offered him a commiserating eye roll and, having finished with polishing the school broom, whispered to him. "How long do you reckon it'll take them to sort themselves out?" She would be a better captain than Aeron ever could, in her mind. She respected him, and he was good, but her opinion of him soured at his apparent inability to separate the personal from professional. "Fancy running beater practice? You can hit and I'll dodge whatever you can send my way?"
The thrill of ducking and rolling was almost as great as actually playing beater. Plus it would give her time to learn Ion's approach. All the better for considering whether she could take him on in practice.
Seeing a movement at the entrance to the pitch, Aeron glanced over. His stomach sank a bit when he saw that Cora was the first person to show up, but all the same he glad she'd shown up at all. It sank again when Apollo showed up next. This was already getting off to a great start. Sighing, he picked himself up off the ground as two more of the team members showed up. Well it was a start. They were mostly all there at this point. Hopefully the other two would trickle in at some point in the near future.
"Welcome back everyone," he said as he looked over the motley group that was assembled before him. Right now he would just be their captain. Right now they had a practice to get through. He could deal with his emotions regarding Cora and Apollo later. "Normally I'd give some inspiration speech, but I'm decently sure you all heard that last year, so let's just start off with some laps to warm up." That would hopefully give everyone the chance to get their heads on practice and not on the fact that things were tense. "Once you've done three, break apart to your usual positions. Roswell, get the snitch before your laps so it can get going. Beaters, same for the bludgers. Whichever chaser is done first gets the quaffle. We'll keep today simple to get everyone back into the groove."
It seemed like a solid enough plan from where he was standing. It also minimized having to correct formations and things like that until the dynamic was more back to normal, if that was possible. It was the best chance they had.
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Aeron was saying nothing to her, and she was glad for that. The silence may have been awkward and tense, but it was a far cry better than anything he might have said. Though she might have preferred that to Apollo's appearance and his smart arse comment. She just scowled at him, debating whether she could get one of the bats off the beaters to whack him over the head with. It was tempting.
Her eyes drifted over the other team members as they arrived, but she otherwise didn't acknowledge them, turning her gaze back to Aeron as he spoke. Maybe she could whack him with the beaters bat too. Perhaps she should have been a beater.
Although it wasn't the first time that he had called her by her last name in a training, this time it felt like a blow to the gut. It shouldn't have. He was the asshole. She didn't want to want to have anything to do with him. Looking at him for a moment, she just gave a nod, and moved to where the snitch was kept. Taking it out of its case, she held it tightly in her hand for a moment before letting it free. It stayed where it was for a few seconds before flying off. Her eyes trailed after it for some moments, before going to mount her broom.
Post by TOBIAS ZANE CARTWRIGHT on Sept 21, 2017 21:57:23 GMT -6
It wasn't like Tobias to be late to a Quidditch meeting but he had read the time wrong this time around. He had a habit of mixing numbers up which was sometimes frustrating. He managed to notice that his team members all seemed to be slowly making their way to the Quidditch pitch so he managed to show up just in time to hear what they all had to do. He gave an apologetic sort of nod the captains way and really, it was a miracle he was getting any sort of apology at all. Tobias wasn't the sort for that type of thing if he didn't feel like something was really his fault. He was oblivious to any other tension between the others as he settled into the thing that they had been tasked with.