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Orla Quirke (quirkybeater) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Orla nodded, listening to Viktor. She never personally liked those moments when she was the one who needed to improve, but she was smart enough to know that in most situations, everyone could always do better. And she took those moments to actually try to do better. But that didn't mean she enjoyed when she was called out or pitted against someone else on the team. She was just normally good at not taking it as personally as she could have. Or as one of the reserve beaters seemed to.

"Healthy competition can be good," she said by way of agreement about a need for improvement. It seemed like lately they were having to come from behind to win, that there was, perhaps, a bit too much dependence on Viktor to catch the snitch. She'd have brought it up to him if she didn't think he already knew that. Leaning against the wall, she instead said, "Besides, I think the reserve chasers have a greater hunger right now to prove themselves." She'd kept her voice a bit lower, not wanting to cause a scene with the starting chasers just then, glancing toward the rest of the team. Some of them had already left, but she still didn't want to be overheard and misunderstood.

"Anyway," she said, deciding not to unintentionally speak negatively about her teammates. The Lord and Calchas only knew that some of the players may assume the worst, especially after their last match. "You excited about tonight? You're being auctioned off, right? I tried to sign up for that, but I think some wires got crossed, and I'll just be bidding." She gave him a friendly smile, thinking she'd probably put a ticket on him for fun.