Bruin Dumbledez
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Bruin walked out onto the pitch, tossed the equipment down on the grass and commanded "Up!". His Scarlet Streak responded immediately and settled into his grasp. Bruin slung his leg over the broom and kicked off with an unusually forceful launch. The Gryffindor Team had been informed of their practice, but it wasn't set to begin for a half hour or so giving Bruin some time to simply fly before he had the pressure of the team looking to him for direction.
Bruin knew that a victory over Slytherin in their final game of the season would put them in good shape for the playoffs, but a loss could eliminate them from playing for the Quidditch Cup entirely. He did not want that to happen and besides, he couldn't bare the thought of losing to Ford, Sophia, Kale, Zoe and the rest of the Slytherins. It was time for Gryffindor to salvage some pride.
Bruin leaned forward over the handle of his broom and headed directly towards the hoops at the north end of the pitch, admiring the Gryffindor colors of Scarlet and Gold blurring together on his right. He knew the others would arrive soon, but for now it felt good to simply be flying.
Bruin knew that a victory over Slytherin in their final game of the season would put them in good shape for the playoffs, but a loss could eliminate them from playing for the Quidditch Cup entirely. He did not want that to happen and besides, he couldn't bare the thought of losing to Ford, Sophia, Kale, Zoe and the rest of the Slytherins. It was time for Gryffindor to salvage some pride.
Bruin leaned forward over the handle of his broom and headed directly towards the hoops at the north end of the pitch, admiring the Gryffindor colors of Scarlet and Gold blurring together on his right. He knew the others would arrive soon, but for now it felt good to simply be flying.