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Angelina Johnson (angie_j) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Angie couldn't help but laugh slightly at their banter. Clearly they had a good relationship, even if it did seem to involve a fair amount of bickering. At least it seemed to be the sort of bickering that would stay off the pitch, because a chasing team where two of the three members were actually fighting was a recipe for disaster.

She shrugged lightly. "Started out as a hobby, something I did a bit of back in school, and it was fantastic for capturing what was going on in New Zealand to let my family know. I got known among the team and one of the Beaters asked me to take some pictures at a party they were having and one thing led to another. I had a decent sideline on off-days. I mean it's a hobby too, but I had a business of my own out of it. I'm thinking I'll set-up again if I can get some interest," she said.

She looked specifically at Roger and gave him a deliberately flirtatious look. "And, babe I am good at everything I do!" she said, managing to keep the look for a few second before cracking up laughing. "No, but really, I'm good," she said as the laughter abated again. "I'm not doing much in the elaborate photoshoot line, but I take a good portrait or party shot, and I make for a good sports photographer," she said. "Oh, and I love shooting the night sky, but that's because I'm an astronomy fan too," she said, springing up and down on the spot slightly.

"Oh, I see how it is. We're getting me in trouble before my first official practice, huh?" she said, but she was grinning. She'd always been a bit more of a troublemaker than some people gave her credit for. Or at least she was an admirer of it.

As they worked their way out of the tunnel and onto the pitch Angie's body sang with the sort of delight she got from a few different directions, but mostly from Quidditch. It was her first passion. She gave a little whoop, dashed forward, dropping her bag at the side of the pitch and leaping onto her broom and into the air, corkscrewing quickly up and then over in a loop-the-loop.