Falcon’s Beater | Prankster | Twin
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Straight 10 Inch Whippy Alder Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
Training had just finished, Emery was feeling sore and sorry for himself as he often did when training was over. It wasn't like being repeatedly hit with balls was a totally comfortable or fun experience, but he'd drawn the short straw, so to speak and Falon Urie had been smashing bludgers at him all morning. It was hard to hit them away when he was too busy trying to watch the Chasers not get hit and sometimes he thought that maybe Urie had six hands with how wickedly ridiculous her aim was sometimes. She was equal parts awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. He'd followed her career when she was in the Thunderers too, and had hoped to play against her when the Falcon's went up against them, only she'd suddenly transferred to his team, though it had been a lucky one, since their other Beater had only left recently. He wondered why she'd transferred to the other side of the world, but hadn't the nerve to bring it up, especially when she had that beaters bat in her hand. "Hey, Urie!" He called out, landing with a bit of a thud on the ground. "Care to come and count my bruises this time?"