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Orla Quirke (quirkybeater) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Orla hadn't minded when Viktor said there'd be extra practises this week, mostly because his anger and disappointment hadn't been directed at her. Although if it had, she'd likely have accepted it as something she deserved, except in situations where she had done nothing to deserve it. And when he had told her and her fellow beater they'd done a good job this week, she gave a small smile and a nod of acknowledgement. Regardless of her feelings on the matter, she knew enough to not preen about at a simple compliment, especially with several other teammates receiving negative criticism in addition to just barely managing to tie the game and end it before Appleby could make the snitch entirely irrelevant. Sometimes, she hated the way the scoring worked in Quidditch, though today it had worked in their favour to keep them from outright losing the entire match.

When Viktor went off, Orla took that as her own cue to get out of her Quidditch robes and into something else. She debated on if she wanted to have a shower now or at home. She had no plans to go from the changing rooms to the fundraising raffle. She wanted to head home first, drop her Quidditch gear off where it belonged, and take time to get dressed, preferably without various teammates too close for comfort. She stood and grabbed a few things from the locket she'd claimed as her own for the time they'd spent at the Arrows' stadium and headed to the toilet stall, both relieving her bladder and herself of her robes, then pulled on a clean, simple robe she didn't mind getting dirty. She left the stall and went back to her temporary locker, packing up her things and spending several minutes chatting up her fellow beater, as well as those on the reserve.

After she wished the reservists luck on their extra practises to come, Orla decided to check on Viktor. She had no desire to be captain herself, but she wondered if it were as lonely as it sometimes seemed, particularly on days like this. She waved to a couple other teammates, then made her way over to Viktor.

"Alright there, Captain?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.