Ron Weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gingerkeeper) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-07-13 03:14:00 |
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Who: Megan Jones & Richard Summerby & open
When: July 13, 2005 - Monday - 11:30am-ish
Where: Finnigan's - The Corner
What: A casual re-introduction and a conversation on their qualifications of "fun."
Rating: SFW
Status: Complete
Megan was recently showered from her early morning workout and errands. She was sitting quietly at one of the tables in The Corner of Finnigan's. A hot tea and a half eaten BLT sat in front of her as she idly flipped through a Quidditch catalogue. Despite being in the off season the Magpies keeper hadn't slowed down in training and was well into her day already. Six days out of the week in the off season she woke up at 4am every morning. She physically stretched and ran 7-10miles and then ran keeper drills alone with charmed quaffles all before 7am.
Sure, the Magpies had won the finals some months ago - and the feeling was brilliant! But in the last three seasons that she'd played as starting keeper for Montrose, Megan felt as though this last was the hardest. Granted it had been a year of growing pains for them - what with a new captain and "new" techniques and higher demands than before. Not that Megan minded, but the team had felt a bit out of step. There were a number of games that season that were won not because of teamwork, but because Viktor Krum was brilliant at saving their arses. And thank Merlin he was on their side! But if they seriously wanted to win again the following year and be recognized for actually being great as a team and not as the other people on the field with the best seeker of all time... they would all just have to play...better.
Which, the need for "better" also formed some kind of equation in her brain that was furiously convincing Megan Jones she needed a new better broom...you know...to help be a better player... or something... Because that made sense enough to actually amuse herself with the idea for a small while.
A long yawn left the ginger's mouth and the back of her hand came to mask it slightly. As her eyes naturally closed she wondered if it would be completely inappropriate to call in to The Red Cross and hand off her 1pm volunteer shift in favor of napping instead. That would be the adult thing to do, right? She'd volunteered from 1pm-9pm since Friday helping facilitate and process donations over the phone to the muggle London Bombings Relief Charitable Fund. And... well... she didn't really want to talk or think about it... Hey, look the new Nimbus ads are....possibly some of the most beautiful full page ads she'd seen all morning.
"Circle that one," she mumbled outloud through her yawn as she took a quill and circled the Nimbus name on the advert. She absently began staring at the shiny replica of the broom advertised. It spun slowly against it's dark and classy backdrop. It looked as though it had the most impressive shine to it.