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z (valentinez) wrote in gooseberry,

Z
Oh boy.

Z is exhausted. She's spread thin. She did, however, spend most of yesterday resting and flying around on the pitch when it was free, getting herself back into the spirit and swing of things. She feels ready, but she also feels like a loaded spring; today her play is perhaps slightly more aggressive than usual, movements less refined, but in a way that's almost an improvement. It adds to her alertness and ups the quickness of her responses. She throws the quaffle like it's a grenade, and rarely misses.

With that, though, she's used to playing very much as part of a team. Today her unstoppable girl-squad is nowhere to be found, and that makes the start of her solo tryout a little shaky; it's obvious that she has skills, but she has a natural tendency to think as One of Three and it shows. Towards the end of the try-out, though, she comes into her own a bit and even starts showing off here and there. She's quite a zippy flyer.

When she's not flying, she's saying hello to people and doling out hugs. She can also be heard audibly cheering for other players, including direct competition. This is supposed to be a game. There are so many other things she's supposed to care about and be doing with her life instead, but something about today feels really fun and special. She's keyed into that and maybe slightly emotional over it: this could be the first real day of someone's career, someone's future.