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feeheeheeny · 07-13-2014, 08:44 PM

Text Cut: ZEKE

If the boy had objected to anything Max had said to him so far, the Keeper couldn't have suspected a thing. This kid was brilliant. So excited and so sweet and fist-bumping like a pro - Max beamed the whole time.

"So you come to our matches? That's awesome!" That was way cute, and likely meant the boy had a fairly wealthy parent, no doubt... Speaking of which, where was his guardian? Max glanced around at the people nearest to them at the table for someone who looked to be paying special attention to the boy, but he didn't see anyone who fit the bill. Hum. Had he snuck off? Was there a worried parent somewhere? Well... surely the parent would know where to look, since the kid was wearing an Arrows jersey, and Max tried not to worry too much about the possibility of an irate parent yelling at the boy in front of him for sneaking off when he was so precious and so happy in this moment.

"I think Zeke and Ezekiel are both way cool. But Zeke it is," he grinned, offering his nod of approval. "S'a pleasure to meet you, bud." Then, as if he was sharing a secret with him, Max lowered his voice and leaned in just a little more, "Y'know, so far, you're the only person I've seen today wearing a James jersey. I'm pretty sure that makes you my best and biggest fan." He was a modest man, but he knew that if his childhood favorite Quidditch player had told him that, he'd have died and gone to heaven at such an honor, so he was hopeful that would make the kid feel all sorts of special.

Zeke was his new favorite fan, at the very least, and Max wondered if the boy had brought something for him to sign. Or would he want the jersey he was wearing signed? Or could they take a picture together? Awww. Max would want a copy of that one.

How long had he been playing? Merlin. He had to think about it for a second before carefully elaborating, "Y'know, I went to Hogwarts, and I actually didn't even start playing Quidditch till my fourth term, so I was just fourteen. I'd always been a good flyer, even before that, and 'course my mum wanted me to play - she'd been a Chaser for the Arrows for years and years, but..." Was it good or not so much to share the nitty gritty details of his Quidditch career with a kid? Wasn't he supposed to be inspiring him?

He went on, deciding the direction to take with it, "I'd been kind of nervous about it. I was a really shy kid, and, y'know, people were gonna expect great things from me, being a pro's son and all, but my best friend, who was my house's captain, convinced me to try out. I was a natural Keeper, luckily, and even though I was still kind of nervous about playing and maybe not being good enough and letting my teammates down, I found that just having fun and not stressing over being the best or winning was the best thing y'can do. I got better and better and all the work that goes into it doesn't even feel like work with that kind of mindset. And lemme tell ya," Max leaned in again, "my secret for every match, even today? It's still all about having fun and loving the game." Even though the stakes were significantly higher and he had all sorts of higher-ups to please, at the end of the day, he made sure it felt like a hobby more than a job.

"You gonna be a Quidditch player, Zeke?" Important question.

07-13-2014, 08:44 PM	#61 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,312 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	Oops. He's getting carried away. SORRY. Mod Babysitter \| be curious, not judgmental Text Cut: ZEKE Quote: Originally Posted by Hera LITTLE MAAAANNN?! HE CALLED HIM LITTTLLEEE MAN! He hated when people called him little, he was ten, he was practically a BIG man. Practically... but he didn't care. Not anymore. If JAMES wanted to call him LITTLE MAN, then so be it. On top of that, they were fist bumping. FIIISSSSTTTT BUMPINGGGG!!!! THEY WERE BRO'S! BFF'S! Or at least, that's how he interpreted it. "Thanks! I got it at your match against the Magpies..." a game he had loved, though he would have gladly forgotten trip home. It was awkward when there was rivalry in the family. "I'm Zeke.. or well, Ezekiel... but people call me Zeke cause it's cooler. Though it's not as cool as Maximus.. that's like THE coolest name, it means strong things, or so I've heard." He didn't actually know, but it sounded like something he was supposed to have learned in History. Speaking of History and stuff..... "How long have you been playing? Did you always want to be a keeper? I heard your mum played too, that true?" So no, he hadn't lost his voice at all.. If the boy had objected to anything Max had said to him so far, the Keeper couldn't have suspected a thing. This kid was brilliant. So excited and so sweet and fist-bumping like a pro - Max beamed the whole time. "So you come to our matches? That's awesome!" That was way cute, and likely meant the boy had a fairly wealthy parent, no doubt... Speaking of which, where was his guardian? Max glanced around at the people nearest to them at the table for someone who looked to be paying special attention to the boy, but he didn't see anyone who fit the bill. Hum. Had he snuck off? Was there a worried parent somewhere? Well... surely the parent would know where to look, since the kid was wearing an Arrows jersey, and Max tried not to worry too much about the possibility of an irate parent yelling at the boy in front of him for sneaking off when he was so precious and so happy in this moment. "*I think Zeke and* Ezekiel are both way cool. But Zeke it is," he grinned, offering his nod of approval. "S'a pleasure to meet you, bud." Then, as if he was sharing a secret with him, Max lowered his voice and leaned in just a little more, "Y'know, so far, you're the only person I've seen today wearing a James jersey. I'm pretty sure that makes you my best and biggest fan.*" He was a modest man, but he knew that if his* childhood favorite Quidditch player had told him that, he'd have died and gone to heaven at such an honor, so he was hopeful that would make the kid feel all sorts of special. Zeke was his new favorite fan, at the very least, and Max wondered if the boy had brought something for him to sign. Or would he want the jersey he was wearing signed? Or could they take a picture together? Awww. Max would want a copy of that one. How long had he been playing? Merlin. He had to think about it for a second before carefully elaborating, "Y'know, I went to Hogwarts, and I actually didn't even start playing Quidditch till my fourth term, so I was just fourteen. I'd always been a good flyer, even before that, and 'course my mum wanted me to play - she'd been a Chaser for the Arrows for years and years, but..." Was it good or not so much to share the nitty gritty details of his Quidditch career with a kid? Wasn't he supposed to be inspiring him? He went on, deciding the direction to take with it, "I'd been kind of nervous about it. I was a really shy kid, and, y'know, people were gonna expect great things from me, being a pro's son and all, but my best friend, who was my house's captain, convinced me to try out. I was a natural Keeper, luckily, and even though I was still kind of nervous about playing and maybe not being good enough and letting my teammates down, I found that just having fun and not stressing over being the best or winning was the best thing y'can do. I got better and better and all the work that goes into it doesn't even feel like work with that kind of mindset. And lemme tell ya," Max leaned in again, "my secret for every match, even today? It's still all about having fun and loving the game." Even though the stakes were significantly higher and he had all sorts of higher-ups to please, at the end of the day, he made sure it felt like a hobby more than a job. "You gonna be a Quidditch player, Zeke?" Important question. __________________