Angie! (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnsonchases) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-07-28 02:27:00 |
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WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: Quidditch pitch
WHAT: Angelina and Blaise meet up after practice and ingest love potion. This is their scene lottery.
Angelina had long ago come to the conclusion that to be a professional quidditch player a person had to be a little bit of a sadist. A person who didn't play quidditch would never understand the rush from freezing on a broom. The satisfaction of the burning muscles. They didn't understand how getting bruised from collisions and stealing quaffles was something that felt good. Anyway there was that one bloke who once said, "Pain is only temporary, Glory is forever." Seriously, any bumps and bruises healed up, and it was what you accomplished that was amazing.
So after one of the best practices she felt she'd had in a long time, she headed to the locker room for a shower and change before returning to the pitch to meet Blaise. She hadn't been entirely sure why she'd agreed. She was over blind childhood rivalries, she supposed. While she'd never in a million years go out and buy Montague a pint, she also had no sort of ill feelings outside of the regular quidditch season towards him. Besides Angelina was a social creature, and she also figured it was for the best that various team members got along brilliantly.
It had been the main reason she'd decided to throw the celebratory party when the team was announced. So she could hang out with Blaise Zabini for a while. Besides she could recognize an awesome quidditch player when she saw one.
So she grabbed a couple of containers of pumpkin juice from the locker room on her way out, and headed towards the stands to wait for him. She set her bag down with the juice and relaxed back, enjoying the feel stretching had on her muscles. She was dressed fairly casually which was how she always did. She didn't have to sit for long before she saw him leave the locker room as well. "Heads up." She said with a smile when he was close enough for her to gently toss a plastic bottle at him. "It really was a brilliant practice."