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imperturbatus2016-01-18 09:15 pm
fireredspear) wrote in imperturbatus2016-01-18 09:15 pm
7th Flight is jolly
QUIDDITCH PRACTICE OF ANY KIND
[The one thing that Sano liked about January was, that two months after the Quidditch season started, a lot more students started to take interest in it and gathered enough courge to be willing to try. Though sometimes it took a bit of convincing on his part, but if he knew he student wanted to play, he wouldn't give in. Sometimes people needed a little push. So it happens, that he's got some more private lessons than he anticipate, but that's all fine with him. He doesn't mind coaching young talents for future generations of his beloved sport. And even if the skill doesn't come natrally, all you needed was determination and discipline. There's no amount of talent that could measure up to hard work.
Of course he's still coaching the house teams as well, usually during the afternoon. Practice is ain full gear now, with the house cup up and running, the point piling up more rapidly than the coins in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. No matter the weather, Sano's up his broom and instructing the player almost every day now, sometimes even twice a day, yelling out various instructions as he's at it.
It's a wonder no one has found him slumped in his chair in the referee's room, trying to catch his breath yet. The amount of flying is slightly getting to him, but it's still bearable. He's more exhausted than he should be, but he's mostly okay. A few minutes of rest and a goodnight of sleep usually do the trick.]
TIME OFF
[The other thing Sano likes about January is the National Quidditch League. Being a former pro player he's got a free entry to all of his former team's games, along with anyone who's in his company and if he wants to, he can usually convince people to get him free tickets for other games as well. It's not unusual to find him up on a Saturday morning, dressed in his casual robes, heading out of the castle, towards Hogsmead, where he can apparate to whichever stadion the game's held at.
His colleagues and friends usually know what he's up to, since he tends to randomly invite them, in case they feel like seeing a game. He's alwayshappy for company and he won't let anyone, who wants to see a goood game, miss their opportunity. They either meet him up before heading to Hogsmead together, or outside of the village on a designated meeting point.]
[The one thing that Sano liked about January was, that two months after the Quidditch season started, a lot more students started to take interest in it and gathered enough courge to be willing to try. Though sometimes it took a bit of convincing on his part, but if he knew he student wanted to play, he wouldn't give in. Sometimes people needed a little push. So it happens, that he's got some more private lessons than he anticipate, but that's all fine with him. He doesn't mind coaching young talents for future generations of his beloved sport. And even if the skill doesn't come natrally, all you needed was determination and discipline. There's no amount of talent that could measure up to hard work.
Of course he's still coaching the house teams as well, usually during the afternoon. Practice is ain full gear now, with the house cup up and running, the point piling up more rapidly than the coins in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. No matter the weather, Sano's up his broom and instructing the player almost every day now, sometimes even twice a day, yelling out various instructions as he's at it.
It's a wonder no one has found him slumped in his chair in the referee's room, trying to catch his breath yet. The amount of flying is slightly getting to him, but it's still bearable. He's more exhausted than he should be, but he's mostly okay. A few minutes of rest and a goodnight of sleep usually do the trick.]
TIME OFF
[The other thing Sano likes about January is the National Quidditch League. Being a former pro player he's got a free entry to all of his former team's games, along with anyone who's in his company and if he wants to, he can usually convince people to get him free tickets for other games as well. It's not unusual to find him up on a Saturday morning, dressed in his casual robes, heading out of the castle, towards Hogsmead, where he can apparate to whichever stadion the game's held at.
His colleagues and friends usually know what he's up to, since he tends to randomly invite them, in case they feel like seeing a game. He's alwayshappy for company and he won't let anyone, who wants to see a goood game, miss their opportunity. They either meet him up before heading to Hogsmead together, or outside of the village on a designated meeting point.]
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Nevermind that. I think you have enough power already.
[He throw at her again, this time with a little more force than previously, testing her strength.]
You did some kind of sport, am I right?!
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That kinda hurt, too... ]
Uh... I played football, before coming to Hogwarts. I was a forward.
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He shoots forward and catches the Quaffle, thinking of how it also explains how good she is with kicks, while she seems to feel secure enough with her hands only to catch. Having grown up in a part Muggle household, with two squib siblings and an athlete for a father, he knows this and that about the most popular sport of all times.]
See this is why I told you to smack it.
[He says, but it doesn't sound strict and he's still smiling.]
If you hadn't attempted to catch it, you'd have sent it flying.
[She was there and she reached it. If she opted to strike it, it would have made a beautiful counter.]
Deflecting the ball is also better in regards of sending it back to a team mate. It's faster and doesn't give your opponent the chance of figuring out who you're throwing at. You just need a good eye and quick wit.
And if you fumble, like now, it's like inviting the rival team to steal the ball.
[With an encouraging smile, he throws at her again, at a similar angle, but higher force, nearing a professional chaser shot. Time to raise the level a little, he thinks with a smirk.]
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Thankfully she recovered before hitting the ground and flew back up, but it was clear that she was kind of dizzy from it too. ]
G-Got it... I think...
[ Give her a second, everything needs to stop spinning first. ]
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[He catches the Quaffle, watching with horror, as she spins dangerously close towards the hoops. He's next to her within the blink of an eye, steadying her.]
Are you alright?
[He lets her catch her breath, thinking how physical strength is one of the things they need to work on. Quidditch shots tended to be viious, a lot more than the one he threw just now. He's angry at himself for misjudging. Things like this aren't supposed to happen.]
I'm sorry. I overestimated your strength.
[He gives her another encouraging smile.]
Since you are so impressive as a player.
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I'm okay... Guess I need to work on upper body strength.
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[Just for a few minutes of rest at least. They were only trying out, no need to overdo it. He smiles though when she concedes to needing to train more. he'll be happy to help.]
Don't you worry, we'll whip you in shape!
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[ She shakes her head, trying to sound convincing because even if that had almost been bad she's not hurt! That and... Well, she doesn't want to stop. ]
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He can understand that feeling quite well.]
Alright then.
[He finally says with a smile.]
For a little while longer.
[He flies back to his previous position and decides there are different ways of upping the level a bit. With a smirk, he aims this time for the left hoop and shoots.]
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There was no way she'd be able to keep this up all day, but she sincerely doubts Sanosuke is going to keep it up for that long. ]