adrianselwyn (adrianselwyn) wrote in quiddproquo, @ 2013-02-04 00:17:00 |
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Adrian had not exactly been in the best of moods since the ending of the World Cup. He was still bloody pissed they'd given it up to bloody Switzerland, of all people. Who the hell gave them permission to play Quidditch anyway? Useless, the lot of them with their feigning of neutrality. The only positive side to the entire fiasco was that they ruddy Irish hadn't won, either. Listening to those idiots go on and on for weeks had't been something he would have handled gracefully. Needless to say, he was definitely glad to be back with his regular team. He much preferred the dynamics of the Tornados over the mixed blood of the National team.
By the time practice had rolled around that Monday, Adrian had been all for it. In times when he needed to let go of some tension, he tended to treat his body like an amusement park. He threw everything into it and hoped he didn't vomit at the end of the ride. It seemed like it was a good day, as practice had ended with only some sore muscles. Hitting the showers, he changed from his Quidditch gear and made his way out into the main section of the facility. Having spent longer than normal under the hot water in the hopes of relieving some of his aches, most of the team had already departed.
He'd just hit the main foyer when he spotted a familiar head of blond hair coming toward him. Stopping, he waited till Lucius reached him before greeting him. It wasn't surprising to find the older man still on site. "Lucius."