 Keeper - doing laps bro ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Beau had been READY to take off from the moment he got here, but he was following rules and all that sort of stuff. And he had to show Captain Zoryn that he could take instruction in case she didn't think he was good enough or that he would make his own decisions. But she did owe him after the incident last year and if Beau had to...he would resort to using that. Or crying. Or just being sad. ONE OF THE BIG FEELINGS, OKAY?! Unless it was Emmmmmmmma who made keeper, then it was whatever right? Friends were happy for friends.
Taking to the air, Beau mayYYYYYYY have forgotten for just a few seconds that lap one was supposed to be chill and easy and had taken off in spectacular speeding fashion with a SQUEAAaAaAaAAAAALLL.
"OH. Blighty! Fiddlesticks! Fudgewinkles!" A simple tug on his broom handle and he came to a pretty sudden stop, throwing an apologetic smile (and wave, because people didn't always see smiles) at Captain Zoryn. "NERVES, SORRY!"
WHAT.
A.
LIAR.
Maybe he was nervous though.. Because this was going to be the only time he got to play quidditch outside of camps. Because unlike Liliane he didn't want to spend every second of his life trying to make a kids team when there were a gAZILLION other kids trying to make the team and they might have lost a parent or a leg or something and NEEDED the spot more than he did. Y'know?! Beau Francis Montague was actually nervous and it was showing.. which was why he considered going back to the ground and then to the castle with his broom between his legs and eat a big old bowl of ice cream with extra sprinkles.
INSTEAD...... (YEAH INSTEAD!!!) Beau tore out the fifty hair grips keeping his hair out of his face and lobbed them to the floor. They were probably digging in on the part of his brain that was in charge of the confidence he had in himself. Emmmmmma was going to have to braid his hair now. That was it. He was done with grippy slides. He was nOT a girl.
Taking a deep breath, Beau leaned into the wood he was perched atop and let himself FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. FLYING WITH EASE. FLYING BECAUSE IT WAS FUN. Not too fast, but seriously not too slow because he was actually good on a broom and CHILL FLYING WAS ACTUALLY BEING TOO FAST. SO. THERE. Around the bend he went and back on the straight once more, fingers gripping the handle exactly where they needed to be, how he knew he could hold himself without worry.
AND THEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES AS HE ENTERED LAP TWO AND THE SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED.
"HUEEEEERRRREEEEEE WEEEEE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" ByYYEEEEEE ground, bYEEEEEE WIND, bYyEeEeeeee bug that almost ended up in his nostril and was now actually in his hair or -- oh wait, nope, the wind had whipped it out and away already -- bYeEeEeeeee nerves that had been with him a whole lap previously.
HELLO BEAU MONTAGUE.
HELLO CONFIDENCE.
HELLO LAP THREE, WHEN DID YOU JOIN US?!!!!
They....were doing five laps, right??? Three fast and two chill?
WELL THAT WAS WHAT BEAU WAS DOING.
"AHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHHAHA THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNNNNN"
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