Who: Mark Summerby and Topher Vaisey When: Thursday during the day Where: Quidditch Camp Summary: Mark is taking a break from playing Chaser today and takes a look at his competition. Rating: TBD
Mark leaned his back against the nearest bleacher and stared out into the Pitch before him. The zig-zagging of players flying through the air, coaches on the ground, healer teams and all sorts of other individuals hustling about looked like an intricate crochet pattern that was nearly impossible to duplicate. There was so much activity going on that the air around him was literally humming. The occasional swoosh of a passing broom caused his Quidditch robes to flap about all around him, though he paid it not attention. He was here, finally, at the Quidditch camp. This was the moment he had been training for all his life. All his sweat, blood and tears went into preparing for the now. And the now had finally arrived.
Throughout the week, Mark had encountered various players from countries all around the world. Many of them were exceptionally skilled, but he still felt as if he had a fighting chance. Maybe his talent wasn't innate like Potter's was. Maybe he had to work hard to get to where he was today. But that was perhaps better than having innate talent. Innate talent was the type of talent you often took for granted. It made you cocky and lazy. Mark was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn't lazy. And if he was cocky, it was because he had earned the right to be. He hadn't trained for all his life just to hide his pride under a bushel basket. No way!
He eyed a group of girls that had just walked past him. Some of them were trying out for teams, while a few others looked older, perhaps Healers or representatives from teams. Either way, Mark smirked as he looked them all over. There were few girls that didn't catch his eye, even some who hadn't really developed all too well. He just always thought the female body was beautiful, and if that was a crime, then he was guilty as charged. He was about to push himself away from the bleachers to go make conversation with that group of girls when he noticed someone standing right beside him. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Enjoying the view?"