| England National Team Player Dugbog
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SPOILER!!: Aparna Quote:
Originally Posted by Aparna Singh  Was Aparna excited? Of course! She loved meeting the fans, especially the ones who had their eyes on Quidditch careers of their own. Though, the excitement didn’t show on the outside, what with the laid-back, easy-to-approach smile she was sporting. ”Hey guys!” she greeted her teammates cheerfully. And a respectful yet warm ”Hello, Coach Chaudhary,” to their coach too. Who seemed to have her own fan there? That was adorable. And well deserved.
Oh, the English team was here too. She sent a friendly wave their direction, in the spirit of good sportsmanship. You know, instead of creepily watching them and all that.
Now, who wanted to meet her?!
Renee waved back to Aparna with a smile. She was grateful that although they were rival teams, they could still respect each other. The Indian team was talented, she knew that. In fact, she appreciated playing against a team that was good, that really made things challenging for her. Made her test her skills. And who knew, maybe when it was over, they could trade some tips. Think of it as professional development... SPOILER!!: Beau/Galilea Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners After ditching every member of his large extended family, Beau had made a break for the meet and greet tent. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to shake hands with the great players of their country. He wanted to get words of wisdom from great keepers, from great chasers.. Beau needed to know what he needed to do to go pro. To play in the next world cup. To be HERE one day soon. As one of them.
But he was an excitable teenager and he announced his presence by JUMPING up and down in the queue. "ME NEXT ME NEXT ME NEXXXXXXXXXT. C'MOnNNnnnn. HURRY UP. I gotta MEET 'EM. IT'S MY TURRRRRRRRRRRRN." Why couldn't Mum have married one of these guys? MATE. His Stepdad coulda been a famous player.
MATE. Mum missed a trick. - - - THE FIRST on her autograph tour. It was silly for a woman of her age to be this nervous and this excited to meet a quidditch player. They were just like everyone else, right? They were just people and her nerves were ridiculous. She bet, that as kids, they had frequented the store that she now owned. She bet they had the same struggles as she had on the daily. What to have for breakfast, when to wash their hair, whether family events were fancy or casual.
Galilea.. she really was overthinking this.
With her autograph book open to the first page, she stepped towards Lamberto and smiled. "For my son, Fitz, please. You're.. his favourite." Let it be known that this was the only autograph she was getting for her son also. She had her own autographs to be getting and Fitz could come here with his Dad anyway. There she was... Renee Golzio... Galilea didn't want to say she had a favourite player, but she was right here. The woman who had it all. The looks, the talent... Oh, Lea was jealous as much as she was full of admiration. "Miss Golzio!" Oh, she couldn't possibly call her Renee. They weren't acquainted and she was from a different world. A completely different world.
"It's been a pleasure to see you play this competition. You make effortless look....like hard work. No-- wait-- hard work look effortless. I.. Excuse me, I can't quite manage to say what I'm thinking. Could you... please sign my book?" That she would have to take from her clammy hands because they were sweaaaaaty.
Wow.
She was actually standing in front of this woman. Wow. Galilea stuck with the English team to begin with, as they were her team and she had followed them since they had been formed. She knew the stats from each game off the top of her head. She had programmes from each match they had played. And she had cried tears of joy when they advanced through each round. Now, she was on her best behaviour today and was not able to cry in front of these people. But, by golly, would she sob when they won. Yes, when. Not if. Because she was sure of this team. She felt it in her gut that they were going to win.
Her heart of hearts told her. Her gut of guts told her. And her tears were more than ready. If someone checked her bag, they would see five handkerchiefs and seven packs of disposable tissues. Galilea Grimaldi was that fan.
"McKay! Snow!" Breathe, Grimaldi. "I.. I.. wow. Hi! Congratulations! Hello! I-- oh wow, I feel like I might just... I'm so flustered. You're fantastic! Both fantastic!" And she was a fool, but she didn't care. If the teenagers were able to yell (yes, she saw that long haired little squealer over there) and get time with players then she could fumble her way through a conversation with them. Offering her autograph book, she smiled softly. "I've been to all of your matches this competition. All of them. Look, look! Here are all of my tickets!" And there they were in pockets at the back of her book.
Sparing a look to the woman with them, Galilea smiled. "And congratulations to you and your team, also, Shacklebolt. Fantastic games. A well deserved position overall." She paused, considering whether her request was appropriate. It wasn't. But that mattered not. "Could you also sign it? It would mean the world."
As she was thinking about professional development (which had sort of drifted into a fantasy about talking Quidditch with some of the men on the other team, if she were being honest), Renee heard a loud voice coupled with some thumping sounds. Was someone jumping? She turned her head to see a teenage boy making quite a ruckus in the queue. She cracked a smile -- she remembered the days when she'd been doing the same thing, swooning over the handsome male players and swearing to herself that she would be just like the female ones someday. And now here she was. Life was funny like that. "Hi there," she said to the boy, "are you looking forward to the game?" She flashed her trademark broad smile at him with a wink. It was really a rhetorical question. Anyone with eyes could tell that he was looking forward to it.
Just then, a woman who Renee assumed was the boy's mother approached her. And was SO SWEET! Renee couldn't help but extend the grin toward her, as well. "Oh, please call me Renee," she said with a wave of her hand, signaling no need for formality. "That's so kind of you! I'm glad you've been enjoying the games. I've been having a great time. It's such an honor, really, and I couldn't do it if it weren't for people like you supporting me." Really, she meant it. The fans were the ones who made everything happen. She would be lost without them.
At the woman's next question, Renee nodded happily. "Of course I will, I would love to. What's your name?" She gently took the autograph book and quill from the woman's sweaty, nervous hands. It was no big deal. She was used to people reacting like this, honestly. Happened all the time. Kind of flattering, really. SPOILER!!: Leontius Quote:
Originally Posted by Leontius McKay Although he rolled his eyes at Pete's question, Leontius was still grinning wide. "Shall I make it out to my biggest fan?" he teased back, raising his pen. "Or will a simple, 'love, McKay' do?"
Though he doubted it would be Pete Snow, Leontius did wonder if he would meet someone claiming to be his biggest fan today. Maybe a young child would want to be just like him, when they grew up. Excited tingles danced along his spine. Although he still felt a rookie, it was nice to realise he no longer felt an imposter.
Leon turned his easy smile to Renee as she joined them. "This is what it's all about," he said in response to her question. A small gesture towards the queue. After all, it was the fans he wanted to win for, as much as himself.
Bright blue eyes scanned the rest of the tent, watching the easy interactions of the other players, their coach and the fans. He noticed that most players seemed to have more photographs than he did, and could only hope he didn't run out. As Shacklebolt approached and struck up a conversation with Snow, he offered her a smile. Leon admired her play, and thought her team a very worthy bronze.
As for the extremely impatient and hyper teenage boy [Beau], the chaser waved at him. Because on the inside, the hyper and impatience were equal. If not exceeding the boys. But soon his attention was captured by a woman [Galilea]. Her awe for his fellow players. He could relate, because that was how he felt upon meeting them for the first time, too. The fact that this same awe extended to him? That was different. His grin remained wide as he took the book from her. "You're very kind to say so. Hopefully we can remain fantastic," he said, picking up his pen and scrawled his sign across the page. "Absolutely," Renee agreed in between autograph signings. "We really couldn't do it without them. I can't believe so many people are here." She may be used to stares and the occasional autograph request on the street, but seeing so many people packed into one place for the express purpose of seeing her and her fellow players... Now that was really something. SPOILER!!: Nyx Quote:
Originally Posted by Nyx Higgs This was, honestly, the LAST place on Earth that Nyx wanted to be. The fact that she even had fans to interact with in the first place was still a foreign concept to her. She supposed she owed it to them to give them a chance to come up to her and...do what? Talk to her? Take pictures with her?
She just didn't understand. She never had, even when she was a young teen watching Professional Quidditch herself.
So, basically, she felt obligated to here. For her fans. Also, they told her she had to. As part of her contract.
The tent was already quite crowded as she walked in, which was good for her. It meant she could slide towards the back of the room relatively unnoticed and hopefully get this over with quickly. She nodded at each of her teammates in greeting as she passed, but kept to herself. She took a spot near the back, at her assigned station.
Had anyone actually booked time with her? There were far more...chatty players they could see instead! "Hi there," Renee greeted her teammate. This had to be torture for poor Nyx. She wasn't particularly outgoing, and Renee couldn't imagine what she was thinking about being shoved in a tent with so many people. SPOILER!!: Panda and Casey Quote:
Originally Posted by Stormdancer If you asked Panda, the best quidditch player in the whole wide world was her big brother Casey Roberto Snider. However, even the almost-thirteen year old was able to admit that the talent of a whole team had to meld to make a victory - even [b]Casey[/c] couldn’t carry his whole team to victory if they didn’t work together.
AND they were all within touching distance. Eyes wide, Panda all but dragged Casey further into the tent so that they could queue up to talk to everyone. She’d already got her copy of the programme for the match so that she could ask them ALL to sign their own pages.
Standing on her tippy-toes, she tried to look past the boy in front of her that was much taller than she was. “Oh Gosh! Look! Case, there’s Renee Golzio! And oh! Meera Jain! Oh and and that’s Raju Misra!” She didn’t point, because that was rude but she couldn’t help staring at these AMAZING Quidditch Players.
She hoped they knew how good her brother was though - next time they were up against America, she was BEATING they’d be playing him. Quote:
Originally Posted by Daemon
Captain Casey Snider. Falmoth Falcons Keeper and Captain. Cap'n Case, as the new kids on the team said.
It had a nice ring to it.
But today was not at all about himself, even if the news was pretty recent, and even if this day was all about Quidditch. It was all about other people's Quidditch. And Panda. Focus, Case, it's all about Panda, whom he followed closely through the festivities. It would not do to lose the young teenager among the crowds. Just the fact that she was a teenager was mind blowing. And unacceptable.
But all thoughts of that were gone as he spotted bitter rivals. Bitter rivals. The Tutshill Torandoes keeper, for one. Pete Snow. And, nicely spotted by Panda, that was indeed Renee Golzio. Casey Snider did not have a crush on her because Casey Snider was almost twenty five years old, and twenty five year olds knew better. Renee Golzio, Cannons chaser, was just.. real pretty. Objectively speaking.
And the Indian players too of course, were all immensely talented. He couldn't immediately see the Indian keeper, but figured she'd show soon. "You do know that I will humiliate all these people next season," Casey joked with his sister, talking about the English team. ... The fact that there was no Falcons representation in their national team just proved his point that all his former teammates had been absolutely useless.
"See Nyx Higgs over there? Holyhead harpies seeker. I'll take you to a League game when she's not playing against us... phenomenal seeker."
The young girl may not have been pointing exactly, but Renee could certainly feel her eyes burning holes into her. "Hello," she said with a wave and smile. "Thank you for coming! Are you looking forward to the match?"
And hmmmmm, older brother perhaps? Kind of cute. Until she heard him joke about humiliating them next season... Hey, wait, she recognized him. A Falcons player, right? His name escaped her, but she was almost positive she'd played against him at some point, or at least seen him play. Or something. Huh. "Hmm," she interrupted with a playful raise of her eyebrow, "so the Falcons are actually going to be good enough to earn a spot on the National team next year, then?" Her tone was teasing, not mean. Okay, some might even say it was flirty. It just came naturally, okay?! She wasn't even really trying! So sue her! "Renee Golzio," she extended a hand in his direction. "I don't believe we've formally met." May as well be civil with the cute boy. Right?
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