Happy Place - Open
Sept 10, 2016 3:49:13 GMT
Post by Alec Wayland on Sept 10, 2016 3:49:13 GMT
Puddlmere United was Alec's profession. It was what he lived and breathed, there was no side jobs. He was Captain and poured his heart and soul into his team. He demanded excellence from his players and gave it in return. Excellence didn't come from just attending organized practices, his free time was often spent focused on his Quidditch game. That's what brought him to the edge of the Quidditch pitch that night. The sun was setting, air growing colder and the tall form of Alec Wayland stood on the grass with his broom slung over one shoulder and beater's bat in hand. A box sat on the ground in front of him, rattling and shaking as it kept the dangerous bludger confined.
There were two things that made a beater good. The bond between him and his players and raw skill. Alec was very good at anticipating the moves of his chasers and falling in sync with his other beater but he felt like his skills could always improve. His swing was good but it could be great. With that thought on his mind the dark haired captain mounted his broom, nudged the lid off the chest with his foot and pushed off the ground. His broom rose easily into the sky and Alec could feel all the tension relaxing out of his shoulders the higher he climbed. Flying over the Quidditch pitch was his happy place, the one thing that could clear his mind no matter what was cluttering it up.
The bludger sailed off towards the other end of the pitch and then made a wide turn, doubling back and heading straight for him. Alec was ready, winding his arm back and swinging it forward with power. His bat connected beautifully with the ball and sent it rocketing in the other direction. The bludger did a loop and sped back towards him only to get batted off through the middle goal post. He spent a good twenty minutes with this exercise until he was distracted with the feeling of eyes upon him. Someone was standing on the pitch below, looking up at him. Maybe a fan or another player? He was too high to see.
Sticking his bat under his arm Alec plucked the bludger out of the air the next time it neared, wrestling with it as his broom descended and he returned to the ground to see what the new person wanted. He struggled to keep the bludger under control and keep on his broom 'til his feet were safely on the ground. When the bludger was safely tucked away in it's chest, Alec tilted his head up searching for the person he spotted from the sky.
There were two things that made a beater good. The bond between him and his players and raw skill. Alec was very good at anticipating the moves of his chasers and falling in sync with his other beater but he felt like his skills could always improve. His swing was good but it could be great. With that thought on his mind the dark haired captain mounted his broom, nudged the lid off the chest with his foot and pushed off the ground. His broom rose easily into the sky and Alec could feel all the tension relaxing out of his shoulders the higher he climbed. Flying over the Quidditch pitch was his happy place, the one thing that could clear his mind no matter what was cluttering it up.
The bludger sailed off towards the other end of the pitch and then made a wide turn, doubling back and heading straight for him. Alec was ready, winding his arm back and swinging it forward with power. His bat connected beautifully with the ball and sent it rocketing in the other direction. The bludger did a loop and sped back towards him only to get batted off through the middle goal post. He spent a good twenty minutes with this exercise until he was distracted with the feeling of eyes upon him. Someone was standing on the pitch below, looking up at him. Maybe a fan or another player? He was too high to see.
Sticking his bat under his arm Alec plucked the bludger out of the air the next time it neared, wrestling with it as his broom descended and he returned to the ground to see what the new person wanted. He struggled to keep the bludger under control and keep on his broom 'til his feet were safely on the ground. When the bludger was safely tucked away in it's chest, Alec tilted his head up searching for the person he spotted from the sky.
