ugly quail (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kingulysses) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} gooseberry, |
Ulysses isn't in the pro-Quidditch track or anything like that, but boy, does he want to make this team. Seriously, there are so many layers of his bullshit tied up in this try-out that it's basically a feelings croissant. #1: he used to play on the Ilvermorny team, back when everyone thought he was a naive baby butterfly and now he's got to show his old classmates that actually, he's hot shit now. #2: if Clem gets a spot and he doesn't, he'll have to take a melodramatic swan dive off the divination tower. #3: if he's not good at Quidditch, what is he good at??? #4: a hot girl wished him luck, holy shit. Time to prove he's a winner.
Suffice it to say, he's having palpitations. This whole thing is a war between skill/practice and nerves. One the one hand, one can't play on the Ebonhide team without developing a proficiency at and, dare I say it, Stockholmian fondness for, drills. This stuff is second nature now. On the other... Ulysses has a lot of strengths on the pitch, but recovering from mistakes isn't one of them. A few impressive throws at the outset will drive up his confidence and let him relax, have fun, and show his stuff. One dumb error, though, could spiral into several. It's up to Lady Luck to decide which way things will tip. In general, Ulysses shines when he's being challenged. He's got sticky fingers and good speed on the broom; the tough tosses let him show that off. Easy stuff, he's more likely to overthink and fumble.
When he isn't in the air, Ulysses is sitting off sides, watching the others intently, his right leg bouncing. Every so often he turns, and glances quickly back at the audience. When he sees his people (ex: Casper and oh wow, Kenzie) he gives an almost-shy little wave.