 Beater, though may switch to Chaser at some point Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
As Beauden approached from the edge of the Quidditch pitch, he rolled his shoulders and flexed his arms, feeling the slight burn from his earlier workout. He had spent a good portion of the morning doing push-ups, pull-ups, and even some makeshift weight training at his usual places out on the grounds, trying to get his arms in peak condition for this exact moment.
When Professor Adara gave her instructions, the sixth year's eyes first drifted to the Beater station, where bludgers were already flying through the air, waiting to be smacked toward targets. He grinned. This was going to be his moment to shine. Though he wasn't the most studious, he knew how to use brute strength to his advantage. His arms were good for more than just lifting doxy eggs into his mouth on a dare, which, in hindsight, was not his brightest moment. He still felt a little queasy thinking about how that landed him in the hospital wing last term.
But today was different. He was prepared—well, mostly—and he was not going to let the chance to show off his skills slip by. As the crowd dispersed to their respective stations, the New Zealander first strode toward the Bludger targets with a mixture of confidence and excitement.
Grabbing a bat from the equipment bin, he weighed it in his hands, feeling the familiar grip. He gave his arms another shake to loosen up before he mounted his broom, kicked off the ground, and flew toward the Beater station, ready to send a few bludgers flying. With a deep breath, he hovered in place, eyes on the first bludger released. It came screaming toward him, and with a powerful swing, he sent it sailing toward the target.
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