Sumner Drage
Husband, father, Quidditch Coach
- Messages
- 1,009
- OOC First Name
- Liv
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 1/2007
Pale grey eyes, highlights of blue and green mixed into the orbs, stared back at him in the large mirror on the wall. Jaw clean shaven, workout clothes consisting of his usual wind breakers and sleeveless shirt pressed and clean upon his body. Trainers, worn yet free of the dirt outside on the pitch tied neatly upon his feet. Flesh beneath his eyes were free of dark smudges; he had slept each night without waking, tossing or stirring. He slept like the dead or the conscienceless. Shadows whirled within his eyes, trapped there, as the hurt, rage and pain were trapped within his heart. Everything he did was thoughtless, mechanical, absent from himself.
Turning from the mirror, he studied the equipment in the locker room. Thankfully the teams had weights and different manual powered machines to hone their muscles for the pitch; they would not interfere with magic whatsoever. It was the weights that drew him each day since he'd sequestered himself from all others. Easily he lifted a heavy set bar, beginning to curl it toward his body, eyes meeting reflection once more in the mirror. So he would do until his muscles began to shake after hours of intense training.
Turning from the mirror, he studied the equipment in the locker room. Thankfully the teams had weights and different manual powered machines to hone their muscles for the pitch; they would not interfere with magic whatsoever. It was the weights that drew him each day since he'd sequestered himself from all others. Easily he lifted a heavy set bar, beginning to curl it toward his body, eyes meeting reflection once more in the mirror. So he would do until his muscles began to shake after hours of intense training.