Entry tags:

oliver wood, open

Who: Oliver Wood, Terry Boot [Open]
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies
What: Picking up some new things after Practice
Rating: tba
Status: Open / In Progress

The grueling practices were about the only part of playing Professional Quidditch that Oliver honestly didn't care for. In all respects, he hated them. It didn't help that the coach had a sadistic habit of having the chasers (some of the best in the league) fire Quaffle after Quaffle at him until they were all but bouncing off him. 'The best chasers in the world mean nothing if the Keeper isn't just as strong". While Oliver believed that to be true, he didn't appreciate the lack of confidence in his performance, particularly when there was nothing wrong with his performance. He was one of the best Keepers in the league and he'd worked hard to make sure he stayed there. There wasn't a team in the league that won every game and he didn't think that it was his fault when Puddlemere lost a game.

With such treatment on the field, he wasn't surprised that some of his equipment wore out on a regular basis, which ultimately was why he was now entering Quality Quidditch Supplies. His body ached from practice and his hair was still wet from the showers but there were a few things he needed to pick up before heading home to relax. First of all, gloves. He was beginning to see the wear and tear on his old ones and some of those Quaffles came in hard. He also wouldn't mind taking a look at the new brooms. His was in proper working condition, but it was an older version of the Firebolt. One couldn't have too many brooms, so he technically wasn't worried about making that sort of purchase. Not that it really mattered. He'd either end up married or in Azkaban. Married meant an increase in useless purchases and Azkaban meant no need for money. Either way he was screwed, so he might as well have fun while he still could.