Jimmy Peakes is one hell of a Beater. (shortnbroad) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-04 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, demelza robins, jimmy peakes |
Who: Jimmy and Demelza.
What: Locker room talk and Quidditch.
Where:: Gryffindor lockers and then the Pitch.
When: Sunday, September 4th; Afternoon.
Status: Closed, incomplete.
Rating: Mediumish. For whatever they might talk about. Will lower as necessary.
The locker clattered open, a sopping wet Jimmy toddling out of the showers dripping wet. Looking like someone had tried to drown him, his hair limped along his face and obscured much of his features. Driplets formed and fell from his nose and chin. His fist rattled the door, hollow and resonant in the stone chamber of the Gryffindor team locker. He muffled an "Ow," with it being an accident. The boy used the locker door as a shield, slipped the off from around him. He dried off his body with haste. Not because he was worried someone would walk in- Jimmy wasn't exactly shy. But because he didn't relish being saggy, wet and drippy.
His wand clutched in his hand, he mumbled, Ego Siccia and with a lifting light, his hair was far drier than it had been. With that done, he dug through his duffle and started flinging pads and things out against the bottom of his locker. It was all the trappings of being a Beater. He finally produced plain socks- not his uniform coordinated ones- and a pair of underwear. Those he put on quickly behind the shield of the door. But his socks he sat down on the bench for.
His aim: get in some practice. Take out some pent up aggression on a couple of Bludgers. Do something with himself besides look in a mirror like he had just a moment ago. He'd stared there. Looked himself in the eye. Narrowed them with a new kind of determination that was something between self-loathing and iron will. He told himself Day one. No Geoff. You don't fancy Geoff. He doesn't want anything to do with you. And once that had nestled itself into his stomach- oblivious to whether this would work or not- Jimmy had headed off into the lockers to dress for his practice.
Only now he wasn't as alone as he thought. He stiffened as he heard the outside door and was automatically reaching for a shirt to put on.