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Derf was listening to the rest of the gathered badgers when Charlie slid up beside him, naturally drawing his attention towards him. "We do?" he asked instinctively, not meaning it to come across rude or anything but...well...when someone approached you THAT way it usually did not mean anything good. Hadn't so much when Chloe had pulled him aside that one time. When Zoryn and Faith had, together, it had been about that embarrassing profile they had made for him that.......he probably should do something about so he could stop being the butt of a lot of jokes. "I mean, yeah. Sure!"
His chest puffed out with pride at the mention of them bringing home the Cup last term. It had been a while since Hufflepuff had won it and he had been beyond delighted to have been a part of that winning lineup. Setting his broom handle to the ground and leaning the bristles against his shoulder, the sixth year listening intently as Bel gave the initial plan - laps. Though, of course, it was not as straight forward as that and Derf's lips gave way to an approving grin. Competing against yourself to be the best version of yourself.
So he didn't hesitate a second before grabbing one of the magical projectors and mounted it to his broom, soon mounting it himself and kicking off firmly from the ground. The additional weight of his muscles was both a bit of a blessing and a curse when it came to quidditch. It was wicked helpful with beating, his swings and connections with bludgers becoming particularly lethal when they struck a target. He had...er...maybe accidentally broken the broom handle of an opponent during a match over the summer with the U-17's (and felt AWFUL about it, so much so he had been knocked off his broom by a return bludger moments before the snitch catch). But his bulky shoulders and torso made the curve of his body when he hunched over in attempt to create a tear shaped form while in flight, well, bulky.
Leaning forward, the beater went zipping confidently through the air and soon caught up with Reese Callum and offered him a grin as he flew by. "Looking good," he encouraged, even giving a quick thumbs up before leaning forward and tightening up his body's form to zoom on down the pitch and around the bend housing the first set of hoops.
This felt good, so good. And nothing, NOTHING, could take away the feeling of freedom flying provided.
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