nananananananana BATQUINNNN 🏏 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} qnnc) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} gooseberry, |
Although Quinn wishes her friends good luck in the locker room, she doesn't make any of her regular attempts to provoke opponents with well-practiced taunts. She'd signed up for tryouts because she loves Quidditch and misses playing entire games, however, after topping off a few stressful weeks with spending last night brooding anonymously over what ~could have been,~ she radiates cold fucking determination as she walks onto the pitch.
She's irritated with herself and can't figure out if it's because she actually resents having come to Gooseberry (thus uprooting her home life and precluding her from a promising future in nomaj pro sports), or because she'd even consider regretting what she had set her mind to (and can't change, anyway). As someone who spends nearly all of her time working toward a career goal, the very idea that she's capable of doubting her ambitions, of getting or cold feet or whatever is happening, is unsettling.
Rattled, the Azurcrest needs to prove to herself that she's still capable of accomplishing something athletic, that she can still succeed even when the task isn't to regurgitate a textbook.
It's a cliché of the worst kind but today it's accurate as hell: she's here to win.
The staggering force behind Quinn's shots makes her strength clear (#armday, motherfuckers) and each hit is precise. She's obviously a talented flier in general—or else she would never have made a team in the first place—but she isn't a Talented Flier. She's fast and agile enough, but if she's going to be 'one with' anything, that connection's reserved for her bat.
Despite her effectiveness, there's something about her technique and drive together that makes every hit seem like it has the potential to become much more savage, even uncontrolled. While she'd argue that it's "just part of the sport!," the severity with which she hammers Bludgers into targets points to something further back than that — to onlookers especially well-versed in either Quinn or Quidditch, it may even be unnerving.
[don't worry, this is a novel so my skirmish tags won't be!!! THEY WILL BE MY GIFT TO YOU! ♥]