 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar turned his attention to MacKenzie when called for tryouts to begin. Dummies and bludgers, right. His eyes fell to the former as they were mentioned and the fifteen year old nodded. He had this.
He felt that he had done sufficient stretching once it was time to begin and he grabbed his bat from the ground before mounting his broom and taking off into the air. Once he and the other beater hopefuls took flight, Gunnar became aware of one, then two bludgers.... and the dummies as well, but he was more concerned with the iron balls, even if he kept the locations of the dummies in his peripheral vision.
The two bludgers were immediately chased after by Rylee and a boy he didn't know, so Gunnar decided on a different tactic, especially since there were so many beaters on the pitch. Veering off at an angled path, he kept his eyes on Rylee's bludger, anticipating its path once she hit it.
And, once he was in position and the bludger headed back for him, he flew forward to meet it, closing the gap between them. Swinging his bat hard, he made contact with a loud THWACK, aiming it for the dummy in the middle of the field.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |