Sunday afternoon - The Quidditch pitch (tag Roger, open to all though)
Adrian was sweaty and uncomfortably sticky. He needed a shower badly, but his concentration was elsewhere right now. On the Quaffle Bletchley was trying to escape with. There would be none of that and Adrian dove after his team mate, not at all holding any of his strength of speed back. With a forceful shove - not quite legal as it was since he hadn't gone exclusively after the ball, but close enough for Hooch not to notice - he managed to throw Bletchley off course and snag the Quaffle. Turning sharply at full speed he raced back towards the hoops and their keeper, the Quaffle secure in his hand until he threw it hard, missing their keeper's head with less than an inch and going through the top most hoop.
He didn't pause to celebrate the goal, keeping the same speed as he passed just below the keeper and intercepted the ball on the other side. Then he finally braked and turned about, surveying the entire Pitch. The Gryffindor Team had already wandered off and Hooch was blowing her whistle to indicate time was up.
Bugger.
He looked down and spotted the Ravenclaws. He didn't feel like ending training now, especially not when seeing how bloody eager they were. He'd like to make them wait. So he hovered for a while, keeping his eyes on the blue team below, while his other team mates started towards the ground.
Only then did he descend, aiming towards a wellknown face when he came close enough to see who it was.
Roger Davies.
Throwing the Quaffle hard, knowing the Ravenclaw most probably would catch it - and if not, who cared? - he called out
"Better practice a lot, Davies. You'll need it." smirking, he came to a stop just above the ground a few yards away.
He didn't pause to celebrate the goal, keeping the same speed as he passed just below the keeper and intercepted the ball on the other side. Then he finally braked and turned about, surveying the entire Pitch. The Gryffindor Team had already wandered off and Hooch was blowing her whistle to indicate time was up.
Bugger.
He looked down and spotted the Ravenclaws. He didn't feel like ending training now, especially not when seeing how bloody eager they were. He'd like to make them wait. So he hovered for a while, keeping his eyes on the blue team below, while his other team mates started towards the ground.
Only then did he descend, aiming towards a wellknown face when he came close enough to see who it was.
Roger Davies.
Throwing the Quaffle hard, knowing the Ravenclaw most probably would catch it - and if not, who cared? - he called out
"Better practice a lot, Davies. You'll need it." smirking, he came to a stop just above the ground a few yards away.