Russell Drew
Just standing around
Tue May 2, 2017 02:21
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Russell had never flown a broom prior to arriving at RMI. This wasn’t exactly surprising - he knew that broom sports were a thing, because his tutor in magical arts had told him about it, but homeschooled students like him didn’t have many opportunities to participate. Especially when students like him also included the criteria of actively resisting going outside. The only intramural-style youth Quidditch clubs his tutor had suggested to him were summer programs, and he knew his parents would’ve been happy to buy him tickets to watch Actual Games if he wanted, but he also knew that sporting events typically drew big crowds and crowds were not something he liked being in.

All this considered, his talent as Seeker, which the fourteen-year-old had discovered for the first time this term, was surprising. Holland had been the first one to mention the school Quidditch teams to him, and he had been of course hesitant to sign up, because it would of course involve having to go outside and be in crowds or at least flying over them. Flying was something he was curious about, though. And Francine had been the first one to loudly encourage him to come along for the Cetus try-outs. This wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Russell had seemingly zero willpower when it came to peer pressure and his older housemate had seemingly one-hundred enthusiasm when it came to doing the pressuring. Thus, he was now Cetus Seeker.

Being Seeker wasn’t entirely surprising, he supposed. His sensitivity to light meant that he could spot the smallest reflections off the Snitch, which came in handy. But it also meant that his usefulness was limited to cloudy days. Now that the weather was warming up, they were having more and more sun during practices, and it was hard for him to improve his actual flight ability when he couldn’t keep himself from regularly flinching and screwing his eyes up. On sunny days, Russell always managed to knock into the stands, ground, goalhoop poles, and/or fellow team members. Multiple times.

Readjusting his dark-tinted goggles, nervously tugging at a section of choppy hair that had gotten stuck around the band, Russell squinted at the Pitch. He was currently standing in the safety of the equipment shed’s shadow. In his hand was his broom, a Ramos model that his parents had ordered for him as a Christmas gift. Around his waist was a fanny pack, because there was no way Jaws was safe in his pockets during flight. There was no practice scheduled today, but it was sunny and bright and terrifying and he had to find a way to at least fly a straight line if they were going to make it to the finals.

Five minutes went past, and Russell was still standing there. Then ten. Then fifteen. Over the course of these minutes, he took off (eyes closed) and put back on (eyes open but still squinty) his goggles enough times that he lost count, not that he was specifically counting, but still. Russell’s hair had gotten pretty knotted up a few days ago and after several failed attempts at making it look like hair again, he had used a cutting charm to hack off the knots. The end result was… messy. He’d considered asking Holland for help, but he knew Holland had something going on with Ruben, and Ruben did this weird staring thing at him sometimes, and Ruben wasn’t always with them but often Emmett was and he didn’t have the sense that his fellow fourth-year liked him very much, either. So he was basically keeping his distance until he could catch Holland alone.

Lost in his thoughts and trying to convince himself not to go out onto the sunny pitch, it took Russell probably longer than socially acceptable to realize that someone had come up beside him. Assuming they wanted to get inside the shed, he quickly shuffled to the side so that he wasn’t blocking the door. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

    • Stop it and Join in - Dardanius Dubois, Tue May 16 15:43
      Danny whistled an improvised melody as he strode out towards the pitch, sunlight reflecting off his obnoxiously bright yellow t-shirt, the one that seemed to emit its own sheen even without... more
      • From his peripheral vision, he saw Danny go past him into the shed. Phew. His assumption had been right. That could’ve been awkward otherwise. If he’d moved out of the way when Danny was really... more
        • But do you want to? - Dardanius, Fri May 19 06:05
          Russell’s reply wasn’t enthusiastic, but then Danny didn’t really classify Russell as a particularly enthusiastic person. He supposed maybe he just hadn’t hit on a relevant topic yet - it could be... more
          • "Want to" and "will" are separate things - Russell, Mon May 22 22:12
            Danny confirmed his guess. That wasn’t a surprise, because it made sense that Chasers would be prioritized in a mini-game of Quidditch, but it was still disappointing. Russell’s hand-eye coordination ... more
            • Yet can find a common ground - Danny, Tue May 23 14:55
              For a moment it seems as though Russell responded with some of the enthusiasm that he’d been lacking before. He sounded very adamant that he would play, but the more positive-sounding comments were... more
              • “If you admit to being dreadful it really takes the fun out of it for the rest of us.” Russell didn’t respond to this, or not verbally, at least. He did direct a small, confused frown towards Danny... more
                • Inevitably, at some point - Danny, Fri May 26 07:18
                  Again Dardanius felt slightly awkward when Russell claimed there was always someone better. He was probably right, it stood to reason that a fourth year wasn’t the best in the whole world, ever at... more
                  • Re: Inevitably, at some point - Anonymous, Sun May 28 21:12
                    Interestingly (to him) (which probably meant it wasn’t really very interesting at all) Danny equated his attempted explanation of informal dancing with improvisation. Russell didn’t consider... more
                    • This is where you write a title :P - Danny, Sun Jun 4 15:38
                      Dardanius wondered whether Russell would appear so nervous and apparently unwilling to join in if he had started at RMI in first year, rather than transferring into fourth when friendship groups had... more
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