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Govoni · 05-10-2019, 08:41 AM

Feeling more alert, Aaron managed a wide grin in the Headmaster's direction. He actually got that a lot, given how violent he could be on the pitch. A source of mild resentment for him. He loved the sport, but hurting anyone felt gross... and injuries happened. He had yet to stop, though. What did that say about him? "Everyone deserves their own safe space, right? For others, it's meditation. For me, it's bees."

.... and non-verbals were definitely a cause for concern with the Hufflepuff. Sure, the premise seemed simple enough, if you had mastered concentration and really pushing your own magic forward, which he was actually terrible at. The 'concentration' part, not the 'pushing your magic' bit. Eh, he lived in his own headspace a lot, mind always racing. It was really difficult to focus his thoughts sometimes.

Shifting from one foot to the next, Aaron surveyed those around him for a second time and tilted his head. The upside was being given a few days to practice in private before he humiliated himself. However, the downside was getting balls thrown at him while blindfolded today. He was deciding to trust the older man in that regard. Therefore, he stepped forward and readied himself to be blindfolded.

It was strange wearing a blindfold, but not unpleasant. They were someone who'd been on the quidditch team with him the previous term, so he felt perfectly safe in their hands. Also, it was easier to focus when other senses were stripped away, like sight. Aaron found himself straining to hear at times...which resulted in a ball to his thigh... As someone who'd been hit by a retaliation bludger over the summer, he barely felt the pressure of it at all. So, that was something.

He was waiting for the next... and waited....... and waited some more, when his partner shouted "Right arm, midway down" Frowning, he swung his elbow out to combat the ball. He hadn't felt a hit... Success?

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Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,589 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	*makes someone up* Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Feeling more alert, Aaron managed a wide grin in the Headmaster's direction. He actually got that a lot, given how violent he could be on the pitch. A source of mild resentment for him. He loved the sport, but hurting anyone felt gross... and injuries happened. He had yet to stop, though. What did that say about him? "Everyone deserves their own safe space, right? For others, it's meditation. For me, it's bees." .... and non-verbals were definitely a cause for concern with the Hufflepuff. Sure, the premise seemed simple enough, if you had mastered concentration and really pushing your own magic forward, which he was actually terrible at. The 'concentration' part, not the 'pushing your magic' bit. Eh, he lived in his own headspace a lot, mind always racing. It was really difficult to focus his thoughts sometimes. Shifting from one foot to the next, Aaron surveyed those around him for a second time and tilted his head. The upside was being given a few days to practice in private before he humiliated himself. However, the downside was getting balls thrown at him while blindfolded today. He was deciding to trust the older man in that regard. Therefore, he stepped forward and readied himself to be blindfolded. It was strange wearing a blindfold, but not unpleasant. They were someone who'd been on the quidditch team with him the previous term, so he felt perfectly safe in their hands. Also, it was easier to focus when other senses were stripped away, like sight. Aaron found himself straining to hear at times...which resulted in a ball to his thigh... As someone who'd been hit by a retaliation bludger over the summer, he barely felt the pressure of it at all. So, that was something. He was waiting for the next... and waited....... and waited some more, when his partner shouted "Right arm, midway down" Frowning, he swung his elbow out to combat the ball. He hadn't felt a hit... Success? __________________ We live in cities you'll *never* see onscreen..._______________________________________________ So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a *palace, within our dreams...____________ We're on each other's team._____ Last edited by Govoni; 05-10-2019 at 08:56 AM.*