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Timothy Drake (doyouevenlift) wrote in gooseberry,

Christopher Park
Chris is fucking focused today. He may or may not have brought his rock with him but he's clearly bouncing on the heels of his feet with barely contained energy. Instead of deterring him, the anonymous post the night before serves only to fuel him. He plans on reminding anybody that doubts coppertale that they're still here.

He hasn't had to legitimately try out since he made first string the year before, but instead of feeling nervous, he feels exhilarated. This is terrifying and more important than he can stand to think about and he's spent weeks training extra for this but he feels exhilarated.

For the first time since Ty gave him his broom, Chris brings it with him. He hasn't been using it for practices, even the ones he's done with Levi. While in the air, Chris focuses on his actual abilities instead of savagery. He focuses on hitting the targets head on with staggering strength. He isn't a flashy flyer and he doesn't have any tricks outside of dodging bludgers but he's agile and fast, the bat an extension of his arm that may move his body with every hard swing but never actually moves his broom, making every hit look more fluid than it actually is.

While on the ground, he's focused on the rest of his team trying out. He doesn't feel nervous for them. He knows what they're all capable of. He's got faith in them. But outside of his team, his gaze might be straying toward Levi to see how well he's doing too.

Only after try outs have ended does he realize that he didn't reach for his rock once because he's got this. Nothing makes him feel more alive than quidditch.