Varekai | Falmouth (little_ghost) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-02 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, antigone ivanova, rabastan lestrange |
Who: Antigone Ivanova, OPEN [Lennox is invited, of course]
Where: Practice
When: Afternoon
Where: Magpies Quidditch Facility
Why: PRACTICE
Rating: TBD
OPEN
Antigone had spent the entire morning practicing. The had had lunch and now were back to work. She hated long days but tomorrow was her day off, so she'd rest up tomorrow and enjoy the time with Rabastan. She hated, HATED, long practices - they left her dead to the world. But that was alright in the long run. Soon the first game was going to be played and they'd know if all the hard work paid off or not. She heaved a sigh as she crawled back onto her broom and took off from the floor of the pitch. Long dark hair was bound back in a tight, tight braid that flapped behind her a bit as she flew. She enjoyed it immensely, flying that is. Although today was going to be a bit rough on her. Today the Beaters were charged with trying to take her and her partner out. Chase the crazy Bulgarian was a game.
Antigone spent a good hour dodging bludgers and her teammates, ducking and weaving as she tried every trick she knew to keep out of the way. She got caught, twice, by bludgers in her ribs, but never once went down. Although by the end of the day, she wanted to soak for six hours in a tub and not get up and move. The bruises weren't anything to be annoyed with but the ache was annoying. She took a lazy flight over the stands as her teammates discussed things that had been learned from playing chase the Bulgarian. She swung her legs onto the same side of the broom and slid so her knees would hook on the broom stick, then she let go and hung upside down by her knees, letting her back stretch and pop back into place.