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John Umland, Beater
All you targets look pretty much the same to me.
Wed Feb 1, 2017 15:12
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Toronto was not, in the grand scheme of things, a place John had ever thought about much. His maternal grandparents lived there, but he rarely saw them. His mom was from there, but had completed her education in Alberta and married his father and lived in Calgary for decades now and it never really occurred to John to think of her as an Easterner. To John, the east was mostly just the place where the Prime Minister and Quebec were. Not much to do with him, as he assumed the only reason Alberta, Ontario, and Quebec were all still part of the same country was because they enjoyed talking about splitting up too much to ever actually do so.

Recently, this had changed. Clark was thinking of going to school there. John still did not know exactly what his ultimate thoughts on this were, there were still several questions chasing each other around in his head on the topic (did he apply there so we could go to school together more and stay friends? Is that a thing I am allowed to ask, or would Joe disapprove? If so [on the first point], why didn’t he ask things? I live five miles from the University of Calgary and I really like Cornell’s motto, that would be weird, if he was in my country and I was in his, but those two are reasonably close together, I think….), but it had created in him a whole new awareness of the existence of the place. Toronto was now important to his everyday life, and never more than today, when people from there were watching Clark play Quidditch. This could end up deciding which side of the continent Clark went to school on, and as much as John hated to admit it (it seemed like the kind of thing which could possibly indicate John was in fact a homosexual, and if the majority of evidence ever began to support that possibility, John would have to cut off all contact with his friend forever, which he thought would make them both sad), that might very well end up influencing which side of the continent John next went to school on. Today was very important on several different levels.

This did not keep John’s mind from addressing multiple other things, off-task, as Clark gave his speech – there were the girls who seemed to want to be cheerleaders or something; did Gia know he knew her brother was a werewolf now? Was there a point at which it became acceptable to ask Jax questions after he came back from his monthly trips? Why was the weather always off when it was time to play Quidditch – but he was considerably more focused than usual as his friend shook hands with Alistair Johnson and the game got underway.

In the air, Johnson did not immediately go after Clark. This meant Johnson had probably watched the last match and knew there was a plan to prevent anyone from doing what Park had done on the Day That They Were Never Talking About Again, Ever. Johnson was not a total idiot, then, even though he had changed his position late in the game for no apparent reason – no-one on Crotalus had ever been brilliant, but John was sure the younger wizard had been a better Chaser than those skittish little sparrows he’d seen in the last match. Joe had remarked later that he had felt sorry for them, and then said something impolite – knowing, of course, that he couldn’t be punched for it because of Brotherly Prerogatives – when John had made a Remark about his Teppenpaw-ishness….

Joe: not relevant. Teppenpaw: not relevant. Little sparrows: not relevant unless one is in range and I can cause mayhem by harming him. Johnson’s intelligence: relevant. Clark’s position: relevant. Let’s see….

Clark looked safe enough right now as he began his backup pattern, so John broke ranks for a moment to see if the thing he thought he saw in the corner of his eye was a Bludger. It was, so he whacked it toward Johnson, hoping to drive him further away, before flying back toward Clark and into the backup pattern which would, hopefully, spell flawless victory.

  • It won't be like old times.Capt. Ali Johnson, Seeker, Sun Jan 29 05:57
    Winning had felt amazing. It had meant a lot to the whole team, after years (for some of the players at least) of hard work, to finally get that reward they’d been striving for. But it had also felt... more
    • All you targets look pretty much the same to me. — John Umland, Beater, Wed Feb 1 15:12
      • Yeah, well your face doesn't look pretty to meSébastien Évreux, Beater, Thu Feb 2 15:00
        For the first time since Sébastien had started playing Quidditch – and apparently also longer than that – Crotalus had made it to the final. Sébastien hadn’t yet decided if this was a good thing. On... more
        • I'm feeling feintCaptain Clark Dill, Seeker, Fri Feb 3 12:00
          Clark saw that Alistair was keeping some distance from him for now. Good. That was the way he liked it. Granted, he had a good broom now, so it wasn't a matter of needing a head start now, though... more
          • I'm feeling slightly distracted.John Umland, Beater, Fri Feb 3 12:42
            John supposed it meant he was getting a little cocky, but he was mildly surprised when the little Crotalus Beater, the one who was not a Reinhardt, managed to intercept the Bludger and send it back... more
            • No, this is being distracted.Capt. Ali Johnson, Seeker, Fri Feb 3 13:39
              The downside of being such a committed coach for the Crotalus team was that, when it came to matches, Alistair found it could be difficult to pay the right attention to the other players’... more
              • And this is, hopefully, being distractingSébastien Évreux, Beater, Fri Feb 3 15:15
                Sébastien was disappointed when Clark dived, missing his carefully aimed bludger. Having moving targets really didn’t making beating easier! Still, at least it meant Dill had needed to change... more
                • Out of time but posting anywayClark Dill, Fri Feb 3 15:32
                  Upon looking around, Clark smiled at what he found - Alistair was below the altitude of the Chasers which meant he had followed, at least for a little while, and the bludger was heading his way.... more
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