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rip half the Slytherin team

Adam blew his whistle to call a timeout, and touched down to the pitch. ”Water break. Five minutes, then get back here.” He said curtly. He needed the rest, since the beaters were deciding to do their best to sabotage the team today. Everyone had taken a few too many hits, and he needed to...

Adam hovered in place in front of his hoops, more than a little annoyed that Eli had stolen his thunder. He kept an eye out for the quaffle, while dipping between the three goals.

it was that motivational speech

When Hope started shouting, Adam initially mistook it for her taking another bludger hit and was prepared to ignore it until he saw her holding something up. He had to lift his sunglasses to catch the glint of gold. He couldn't believe it. Hope had finally caught the snitch, and it was all...

Adam drifted between the hoops, trying to determine where the Beaux chaser would go.

Adam whistled low as Beauxbatons was forced to alternate their seeker. He hovered in place as the game was called back into play, readjusting his sunglasses while he waited for Beauxbatons to make their move.

Adam huffed after tossing the quaffle back into play, watching Hope fly around. That Mitchell kid may have caught it by now if he'd stuck him in. He shook his head, focusing on the game.

Adam kept his eyes peeled.

Adam wouldn’t admit if he were even mildly impressed with his team’s beaters. So he didn’t. He hovered between the hoops, focusing more on how well he was doing.

Adam clicked his tongue in a mock apology toward the French girl, and watched as Lucas, of course it had to be Lucas, took the quaffle as he threw it back into play.

Adam flew over to his side of the pitch, hovering in place to prepare to block the Beauxbatons girl.

Adam stood on the pitch with his arms folded, doing his best to make his presence seem intimidating despite how lanky he actually was. This was it, his final match against Beauxbatons, and he needed to make it count. The practices had not gone well - Eli's fault, for not letting him kick off...

Adam brought his whistle to his lips, obnoxiously blowing into it to get everyone's attention. "Get ready to wrap up, kids. We're almost out of time." He shouted across the pitch. Practice will close soon, and then we have our match tomorrow. Get any last minute posts in while you can!

Adam shifted on his broom to get more comfortable.

Adam tossed the quaffle back into play, making a shooing motion toward Lucas.

If Lucas wasn't on the complete opposite side of the pitch, Adam would have commented loudly on his failure to get past a literal twelve year old. Instead, he waited for the chasers to head back his way.

Adam rolled his eyes. Apparently without Einar, he was Lucas' new obsession, with how much the boy wanted to come score in his hoops. He watched him fly off, almost surprised when he went further this time.

Adam hovered on the spot, keeping an eye out in case Hyun decided to pull a Lucas and come back to him too soon.