In the beginning;

[Clover Sheppard]

It was one thing to write letters asking to attend a professional Quidditch team's training day, and a whole other thing being there. Never in her short seventeen years did Clover picture that she would be training with the Falmouth Falcons, this being the explanation for nerves swirling around in her tummy. They were her favourite team, and after sending owl upon owl to the coach asking to join the team for training, they finally gave in to her pestering and let her go. The seventh year lay in hope this would pave the way for her getting on the team after graduation, she was in her final year now and needed to plan her future. She couldn't slack around now that her future waited for her on her doorstep. Unfortunately Clover thought that today she would be doing more than just sitting in the stands observing the players train, but the coach must have thought otherwise. They probably didn't want to deal with an overly energetic teenager. Clover let out an exasperated sigh, she was bored out of her mind, seeing something was never as good as taking part. How was going to training supposed to be productive if she wasn't allowed to train?

The teenager had half a mind to just leave the pitch completely, she didn't want to waste her day doing nothing but sit and watch people practice, she wanted to practice herself. Clover stood up with a huff and intent to give to coach a peace of her mind. Yes, the Falmouth Falcons were her favourite team, but she refused to sit in the stands all day being useless. Cover's common sense told her this wasn't a good idea, however she never listened to her common sense, it was usually silenced by impulse anyway. Her nerves still lingered, but she managed to ignore them as she picked up her broomstick and trudged down to the pitch. The blonde approached the coach, about to open her mouth and voice her anger in being ignored the entire day, conversely before she had the chance to express this anger she was interrupted first. The coach told her she needed to help one of the chasers with their training. Finally she was going to do something. No more being bored in the stands for her. The seventeen year old ecstatically thanked the coach for letting her participate, the last thing she would have done moments ago when she would have rather punched them instead. She was always prone to mood swings. Clover glanced around the pitch to gaze upon a player standing alone, which must be the chaser she was supposed to block for; everybody else was already in the air.

Clover could tell from a distance this guy was good looking, but couldn't comprehend the extent of how good looking this player was until she moved toward where he stood. He was sexy, and obviously toned to the core, the way you would expect a professional Quidditch player to be. Even through his clothing you noticed his strong figure. Clover mused; this was just her luck being paired with the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on when she was supposed to be professional. Now she was going to be too distracted to focus on blocking. She flashed a wary smile at him, her cheeks flushed with crimson. His eyes were smouldering; she was unable to meet them with her own. If she did she would end up being as useless as she was earlier in the stands. "I'm Clover, the coach said I needed to block for you." She announced, attempting to ignore her raised temperature while holding out her hand for the player to shake. ​

 

[Lucas Martinez]

It was a pretty average day. It usually was, though he had to admit, waking up with out Vanessa again, was getting on his nerves. She always complained when he wasn't there, but then she went out of her way to do the same thing. She was never very supportive of anything he wanted to do either. She never liked the fact that he was joining the Quidditch team, despite the fact that they had spoken about it, even in school. He shook his head as he threw the blankets off of him and sat on the bed, looking at the spotless room in the rest of their spotless house. God forbid they ever had a child. It would be the most unhappiest child in the world. Even more unhappy then he was he was sure of it. But it wasn't all that bad. She could be amazing when she wanted to be, and she was such a good lover. In his experience anyway. Not that he had ever loved anyone else of course. He was more then alittle inexperienced in that area. Though, when you marry your girlfriend right after Graduation, it is pretty much expected. Though even three years of marriage hasn't helped the way that she treats him. He shook his head. He shouldn't really think like that. He really did love his wife. Even if she was a cow on more then one occasion. He stood up and walked into the Kitchen. Vanessa of course was walking around the kitchen, likely making something that she would undoubtedly claim to be the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. Not that he would really have anything to compare it too. He kissed her on the cheek and popped into the bathroom for a shower. He had training today and he had to go. He had already missed too many days because of Vanessa and he was not going to stand for it anymore.

He turned the shower on to the hottest he could stand and felt the stinging all the way down his back. He let go of all his miseries and just stood under the hot spout. He was glad that Vanessa never bothered him in the shower. That was his domain. She never came in. Atleast, she never had. "Lucie, Honey. Are you in the shower?" She called as she forced open the door. Lucas could literally feel his body cringe as he heard her voice. Why had she decided to now, come in to him. Was she that impetuous? He shook his head. Of course he was in the shower. Obviously! He pursed his lips and kept the shower curtain across. "Yes. Vanessa. I am in the shower. What is it that you want?" He inquired as she threw open the curtains. She smiled when she saw him and rocked on her heels. "I thought that we could. You know?" Lucas rolled his eyes and shook his head. Pulling the curtain closed again. He was absolutely not in the mood. And he could tell as she mumbled angrily under her breath, that she wasn't happy about it. Though thankfully, she left without much hassle. She only ever wanted to make love to him when she wanted him to not go to training. Of which had happened alot in the last month or so. Which he was not happy about, now that he thought back. She was just so manipulative, it often completely caught him off guard. Though this time he was sort of ready for it.

Jumping out of the shower and making his way to the bedroom, Lucas slipped past Vanessa and closed the door behind him. He threw on the clothes he always wore for training and left the house, quickly apparating to the pitch. He saw his coach and quickly ran to apologise, getting into quite an argument with the man. It seemed that not only was he late, but that they also had a school kid here, wanting to watch them practice and that he was not in the mood for any of Lucas's excuses today. Lucas rolled his eyes and moved away from the coach as he was told that the student would be helping him. God! What is he going to be like eleven?! I don't need this crap! Lucas was angry at his coach, at Vanessa, but most of all he was angry at him self. He let them all walk over him and he did nothing to stop it. He wasn't even really paying attention until he heard a girl's voice speaking to him. This was the student helping him? He wondered, staring slightly at her. Though hopefully she wouldn't notice, as that would be embarrassing to talk about. He shook his head. She was gorgeous. But he refused to think about her, or even really look at her. His loyalty to Vanessa was absolute. She ensured that, by a mile. He smiled warmly and shook the girl's proffered hand. She had to be atleast seventeen, surely. Maybe in her final year. Lucas mentally slapped himself and continued to think only about training. He just had to get through today and he would be fine. "Right, well, I'm Lucas Martinez. It's a pleasure to meet you Clover. Might I say that is a lovely name." Flattery at it's best. Lucas was going to cop it big time for this one. He smiled and pointed to one of the Quaffle's. "So I assume you play? Why don't you grab one of those Quaffle's and we can get started?" He had to keep reminding himself that she was a student and that this was a training session.​