 Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy
If there was one thing he needed to master, it was to keep his mouth shut while playing Quidditch. The talking can definitely wait because before he could make any more adjustments on his broom, the red quaffle came closer to one of the hoops at an alarming speed. A sharp breath was all it took for Charlie to move, his right hand fully exteeeeended and his broom speeding towards the goal post. "Cmon cmon cmon cmon!!!"
At the last minute, he was able to quickly clutch on the quaffle, ramming it away from the goal post and towards his face. His body was too fast for his brain to catch up, which was, by the way, the natural occurrence whenever he played Quodpot for his team. Not only does he get bruises-- he'd usually end up stinky too. "RAAAAHHH!!!" the pain's going to be there for a good while, but he gotta get a move on. "Good throw, Cap!" he said as he zoomed past, before diving again to retrieve a bat.
Now, this is a bit foreign. Not that he hasn't played much Quidditch either, but he'd never been a beater. It added extra weight to his right, and it annoyed him a bit because he had to constantly counteract that extra pull. Despite the awkward angle, Charlie powered through the gigantic floating marshmallows, bat at the ready. The hopeful pulled his arm back in haste, causing him to lose the bat. "WATCH OUT!" Here's hoping no one's tailing him. The marshmallows may be harmless, but a flying bat wasn't. Upon impact, marshmallows exploded left and right, sticking the bits and pieces to his person and broom. Yes...this was why he was never meant to be a beater in the first place. Charlie raced to the finish line, wanting to escape the marshmallow field, doing a series of rolls to flick off the excess sticky stuff.
Now...onto the second lap. Charlie took a smooth turn towards the first obstacle, and dived right into the barriers, keeping himself low...and continued to flick off marshmallows as he sped through it. Catching a quaffle became easier, thanks to the sticky stuff that pelted him...and a quick sideways hook shot was made, making the quaffle spin on its axis as it arched towards one of the side goal hoops. Trained to do a quick turnover towards the opposite side, he was onto the coronas, left, right, down, and up. Another quaffle hurtled towards him, but this time...he was able to properly block it by kicking the ball upwards and towards the coronas where most of the chasers would be waiting for the rogue quaffle. Now, instead of taking a beater's bat, he bravely went through the marshmallow field whacking the engorged sweets with his arm. He wouldn't be able to do that with a bludger, obviously, but he'd rather swat it away with an arm than lose another bat and hurt his fellow Puffers. Again, to flick off the mashed marshmallows, he rolled with his broom, sending the bits and pieces flying again as he raced towards the finish line.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |