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You're a Superstar

@caerus Outfit

Date:
11/24/2017
Location:
Quidditch Pitch

She often forgot why she had even joined the quidditch team. She liked the game well enough and liked to play it too, but she had a hard time getting the practice that she needed in. She wasn't the best player, or the strongest on her team, but she was determined to give it her all while she played. She needed to get more muscle in and improve her agility. The best way to do that was training. She had weights on her ankles and was running, panting as she tried to keep up with the extra weight she sprinted between cones that she had placed out. One to the other. Stopping and going into a crab walk she moved. She knew that it would help her gain muscle, build strength and agility. If nothing else it was a hell of a work out.

She reached the other side and stood running a few more times before taking off the weights and stretching. Her broom lay off to the side with her duffel bag. She saw him coming into the pitch and Freya flushed a little, biting at her lip. She tried to act like he didn't bother her but she knew that she always let it show that she thought he was cute. She just couldn't help it. She got all flustered when he was around. She had done so at the ball too. She just hoped that she didn't make a complete fool of herself in front of him. She didn't need that too. 

"Oi, Nott. Feel like tossing the Quaffle about?" She asked before moving to pick hers up and turning to look at him with a bright grin, ignoring the flush to her cheeks.

GOODY TWO SHOES

OUTFIT

They had a match tomorrow, but Caerus wasn’t all that worried. He thought that they would easily be able to beat Gryffindor. With LJ as their captain, they’d been doing pretty damn well. The only thing he was uncertain about was their new seeker. Caerus was well aware that everyone had to start some time, and it wasn’t like the boy was a first year. But a third year was… young. He’d be a damn good seeker by the time he was in his seventh year, which was why it made sense. He had good potential now—he was good. There was no denying that in the slightest, but he didn’t love the fate of the match relying on a thirteen-year-old. Quite frankly, Caerus was just tempted to buy the boy a half decent broom, because what he was using was part of the problem. With a lot of their competition having newer models, having their seeker with a slower broom was just going to cause them problems. It was just about inevitable, really. For now, though, there was no reason to worry about that. Donald wasn’t going to have a new broom materialize in the next twenty-four hours. He just had to hope it had gone as well as the game against Slytherin had.

After all, beating that damn team wasn’t exactly easy with U-Jin on it. He was a force to be reckoned with as far as seekers went, and Caerus thought that bludger that LJ had hit to help end that game was just about the only reason they’d been able to win it. Beating them again would be next to impossible, but they were going to give it their all anyhow. That wasn’t until spring anyway, and maybe if they were lucky, Donald would have a new broom by then. That would ease some of Caerus’s concerns, albeit not all of them. It would still be a start. For now, all he could focus on was getting ready for the game the next day, and he’d decided heading down to the pitch was certainly a necessity. He thought about just going on a run, and just working out on the ground, but he brought his broom with him because there was a damn good chance he’d end up staying longer than expected and throwing the quaffle around as well. He wasn’t all that worried, though. He thought their hardest matches this year would be against Slytherin, but wasn’t worried all that much about Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Macmillan was… all right as a captain, probably, but not as good as LJ. And Alois was… Alois.

But he was going to work out anyway, whether it was just a run or a fly. He thought there would be a chance he’d be sharing the pitch with someone. The match was tomorrow so there were any number of people that could be getting some last minute practice in. So as he headed down onto the field, he was unsurprised to see a brunette running with some cones. He didn’t mind the view when she did a squat—he wasn’t going to deny that, and he chuckled and set his broom and water bottle down as he watched for a second. It didn’t take her too long to notice his presence. He grinned and scratched his head as if considering the prospect, tousling his hair in the process. “Depends. Think you can keep up?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. She was good but it didn’t take a professional player to see that she wasn’t as into the game as some other people were. But it was meant to be fun, so he wasn’t offended that she wasn’t taking it seriously. Then again, she wasn’t on his team, and more than likely he would care if she was. Freya was still good though—wouldn’t be on the team if she wasn’t, so there was that. He just thought he was better.