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Having been particularly spirited during this morning's S.O.R.E - and not sore at all - Derf had sped through breakfast and nearly choked on a bite of toast he had needed to chew at least three more times before attempting to swallow. Thankfully, he had survived the whole ordeal and was now jogging down to the pitch with his trusty broom slung over his shoulders. Which, well, given his haste and general giddiness was resulting in some rather unsteady movements. Enough so that he nearly tripped over his own feet and had to reach out and firmly plant a hand on Archer's shoulder, his whole body in vacillation for a few awkward beats.
At least he was tall enough now that the bristles wouldn't thwack anyone in the face or back of the head when he had it perched on his shoulders.
"Mornin'," he greeted as he eventually steadied himself. "....again."
Oooooh, Archer was a chaser? His narrow minded view of Illvermorny - only because he had spent most of that term under one Valerie Gray's spell - was that they were all about Quodpot. Oh, and they always wore sunglasses inside. Or, well, the blokes did. "Neat," he nodded as she spoke, his attention turning back to Bel and, well, he was just going to focus on his relationship with quidditch since Hogwarts brought it back.
"I'm Derf. Been a beater for Hufflepuff for two years and looking for a third. Just joined the U-17 Wales team this past season, also as a beater." And now his arms were both back to hanging over his broom as it sprawled across his shoulders. Which, given his slightly longer and more untamed blonde hair, helped give him the appearance of a muscular scarecrow.
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