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John Umland, Beater
I'm feeling slightly distracted.
Fri Feb 3, 2017 12:42
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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 toward Clark.

He did not, however, manage to send it too powerfully back toward Clark, so John wasn’t really alarmed by the change in the situation. He remembered being a second year Beater pretty well; he had been totally new to the position, and while it helped that he thought it was his natural place on a Quidditch Pitch, he had still been thirteen at the time. A strong second year was not, barring exceptional circumstances, as strong as a sixth year. He admired the kid for taking a shot, really. He’d probably be pretty good at this eventually, well after John left.

For now, Clark dove and John pursued the Bludger. He smiled as he saw Clark was going for a Wronski Feint – that was probably for the scouts, he thought fondly; it was always fun to show off a little, but ever so much more fun, not to mention potentially profitable in this case, with an appreciative audience – and knocked the Bludger away from his friend’s trajectory. He looked for Johnson as he followed it on its new path, looking to see if the younger boy took the bait or if he did something else so John could aim at him again. At the very least, he could wear the younger boy’s Beater down, and at best, he could damage the competition and maybe Toronto would think offering John large sums of money sometime was a good idea, too. He expected academic scholarships, but money was money and money was necessary for the procurement of degrees and the less of it he spent on undergraduate, the easier acquiring his advanced degrees would be.

Spotting Johnson, he struck the Bludger again, just before it would have attacked John himself – he had gotten off-task, thinking about scholarships and degrees and Toronto – and checked the other positions that were relevant to his job. He did not mind if Évreux or Johnson made contact with the Bludger, particularly, but he did not want Arne Reinhardt to get in on the fun and did want to know exactly where Clark was and what Clark was doing and when what Clark was doing involved catching the Snitch.

  • 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
      • 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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