Russell Drew
I could use some help [Marissa]
Tue Jan 23, 2018 21:51
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There was a thick cloud cover this afternoon. The clouds weren’t quite dark-storm-grey, more of a mid-grey slight-risk-of-rain-but-probably-not. Still, they were thick enough that no more than an ambient smog of light was making it through. That was great, because he had been out on the Quidditch pitch with Marissa for an hour already, and an hour was normally well past the end of his rope on sunnier days. But today was Important and he couldn’t just run in!

...Well, the whole year was gonna be Important, and he would probably screw it up sooner than later, but Russell was trying to prepare. Surely he could make for a passable Quidditch team captain for at least the first month of school. Maybe. Not.

Frowning in concentration behind his sunglasses, he leaned over and managed to pick up the Quaffle from the ground without falling off his broom. Flying back up with one arm cradling it was awkward. And then he had to throw it back to Marissa and that was even more awkward. Russell wasn’t expecting to become a pro at any position on the field (nope, not even his own position) but if he was going to be Captain, which for some reason he was, then he should have a basic idea of how to actually direct the rest of the team. This seemed especially important, since their Keeper and one Chaser were brand-new players, and another Chaser was Huburt, who had spent more time during last year’s practices reciting Quidditch facts than actually practicing.

Thankfully, Marissa had been incredibly patient about his panicked interruption of her dinner the other day. Russell’s reaction to seeing his name at the top of the roster newly posted on the Cetus announcements board was an audible “oh no”, followed by anxiously pacing between the school doors and the Quidditch shed until he caught Coach Reid. His reaction to the coach’s gruff but sincere congratulations, in turn, was a non-audible mumble that could have been misinterpreted as thanks, followed by anxiously pacing around the halls between where he thought Lyra was approximately and where he knew Aquila was definitely until he realized he had missed catching his friends in the halls and the Diner was a safer bet since, you know, it was mealtime. So she’d agreed to come help him. Thank goodness.

After a few more passes of the Quaffle, Russell dropped it again, which was disappointing but also a relief because now he could stop. “Hey, uh,” he called over to the curly-haired girl, “I think we can call it.” Slowly descending, he laughed a bit at himself and raised one hand from the broom handle to tuck a chunk of hair behind his ear. He really hadn’t tied his bun well enough for this. “Thanks for your help. I know it’s mostly just… calming me down. Silly, right?”

    • I'm good at helping! - Marissa Kendrick, Sun Jan 28 18:15
      “No, it’s not silly.” Marissa smiled from her place in the air. Her shoulder length red hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and she’d bobby pinned spots here and there to try and keep... more
      • And what a relief that is - Russell, Tue Jan 30 16:52
        It was easy to assume that Marissa had corrected his use of the word ‘silly’ simply because they were good friends and she wanted to make him feel better. That line of thinking was, after all, pretty ... more
        • Pop, pop, fizz, fizz? - Marissa, Fri Feb 2 03:59
          Marissa laughed a little. “I get the feeling.” The summer itself hadn’t been a drag, but the last few days of it certainly had been. Plus, there were moments. The best parts of her summer had been... more
          • Snap, crackle, blush? - Russell, Sat Feb 3 21:28
            ‘Not crashing’ didn’t exactly strike him as a positive sign of one’s ability to do the whole Captain thing. Like, for the average person, ‘not crashing’ would be hardly enough to guarantee them a... more
            • Blush. Definitely blush. - Marissa, Sun Feb 4 10:17
              Marissa realized she took Russell by surprise. She knew that, compared to most other people, she had her life together. Unless someone really knew Marissa, no one could guess that she felt like... more
              • Too much blush, halp - Russell, Sun Feb 4 23:17
                … Oh . Um. Well. This was also a development of some sort, and it took no more than half a second for Russell to decide that he was much less fine with this than he had been the development moments... more
                • Abort mission! - Marissa, Sun Feb 11 17:46
                  Sometimes, it was easy to tell that something was going to be a mistake and stop it. When she’d almost gone on one of those questionable carnival rides at a fair, but she’d just finished a whole... more
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