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Tweak says, "But I'm not dead yet!"

Oliver Wood (olliewood) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-17 12:23:00

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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.

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olliewood
2008-07-17 09:45 pm UTC (link)

Oliver didn't look the slightest bit impressed, at least until he stated that it wasn't effecting him. At that point a smirk slid across his face. Placing a hand on Terry's shoulder, he grinned evily. "Oh don't worry, my friend. Pansy has bloody sucking friends. You'll get a letter, believe me." Snickering Oliver, removed the hand from Terry's shoulder and tossed his gloves up on the counter and took up a position that required him leaning against the dark wood in order to take some weight off his feet.

"Gloves and a broom, for the moment." he responded, his interest peaked by the mention of new brooms. Well..brooms, he hadn't actually seen. He'd already seen the new Firebolts and the Nimbus. The perks of being a professional athlete. Perks he was in no hurry to give up. Though, certain perks that related to female fans were slowly drying up, what with this bloody marriage decree. The entire bloody Wizarding world knew he was expected to marry Pansy and they were all waiting for the blessed event to take place. He's been very near to throttling a particularly pesky reporter at the last conference meeting with the team.

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theimagined
2008-07-17 10:14 pm UTC (link)

"Aren't they all purebloods though?" he questioned, his own grin refusing to melt away. "And I am as well," oh he loved to feel smug! The two metal hoops that went through his bottom lip were suddenly turned about with his tongue. "So lucky me! I won't be paired with any of them!"

"Gloves are easy. We've got the latest Firebolt brand gloves charmed to not go slick during rainy games. The latest and greatest, just over there." He nodded toward an aisle with several gloves, pads, and robes lining the shelves. "Give me a sec, mate. Got to get the girls!" Terry zipped away with a bounce to his step. He could have easily done a spell to make them come to him but he was just that paranoid about his handmade brooms that he refused to do such a thing.

One minute later he was stepping out from the backroom where he worked on brought in brooms. In one hand was a mahogany broom with deep, scarlet red decals painted across the handle. It was gilded in gold at the tips of the bundle to sticks that made the base. The one in his other hand was just the same but with blue decals and silver tips. Terry laid them down on the counter carefully. "My babies. Lucille and Maria. Twins! Handmade, hand charmed by yours truly! Light-weight, but strong. Several charms were placed on the finishings to make sure the hardest of crashes won't snap the broom in two. Guess the top speed."

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