Avery Ishmael Hawksworth: Kenmare Kestrals (lastshadow) wrote in quidditchprose, @ 2014-04-26 21:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery hawksworth, vivienne hawksworth |
Who: Avery and Vivienne Hawksworth
When: Saturday, April 26th. Evening.
Where: Avery's home in East Sussex
What: It's time Vivienne knows about Avery's pending retirement.
Rating: TBA, projected low.
Status: Closed | In Progress
It was his turn to cook for their father-daughter meal, and since he’d been the one to request the dinner he felt he should make something nice. He put together a stir-fry, complete with plenty of meat protein and a large variety of vegetables. Served on a small bed of rice, he fixed up the plates knowing that Vivienne was due to arrive any minute and he wanted to have things ready when she did get there. It could be cooling a little while he waited for her. This was an important discussion. Granted, he knew that likely it would go over very well. He still knew that it was a big decision. Next year would be the first time in Vivienne’s life that Avery hadn’t played Quidditch. She’d grown up at the side of the Pitch because of his career, and he was hoping to move into the administration in some capacity. He couldn’t just let himself become idle even though he had plenty of money to sit back, retire, and let his savings carry him for the rest of his life. He’d never been comfortable doing nothing. He had let his team’s owner, manager, and PR representative know that he was going to retire at the end of the season, and the discussion had gone over relatively well. It had been on his mind for a long time. He had hoped that his last season would go better than this one had, but everyone had bad seasons every once and a while. It just so happened that he might go out on a downward swing. That was alright. He still had one of the most prolific careers in recent history. Avery had a lot to be proud of for his contribution to the sport. He sipped a cold beer as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the dishes from cooking washing themselves in the sink. He was at ease with his decision, and he hoped his daughter would be as well. |