Open Lofty Goals

[Jonathan Boot]

Ostensibly, Jono was here for flying practice. Or seeking practice. Any practice that had him, on a broom, not making a fool of himself in front of the rest of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Which he was now on. Jono shook out his shoulders, trying to chase away the feeling of dread at the idea. Being on the team was great. Playing in front of everyone was... Less so.

So maybe Jono was procrastinating a little. And maybe that had been the plan from the beginning, considering he'd brought the rugby ball and his broom with him from the get go. His idea of levitating it for easy target practice had maybe been an over estimation of his multitasking ability and now Jono was just tossing the ball in his hands a few times, eying the Quidditch hoops speculatively.

He could totally get the ball through those. Totally.

Jono dug his heel into the ground, rotating until he had a good enough divet and propping the rugby ball in it. Then, after licking his finger and holding it up (mostly for show, mostly cause Trevvo always did it), Jono kicked, grimacing when the ball went barely 2 metres up and clanged loudly into the base of the hoops before bouncing off near the edge of the pitch.

 

[Theodore Harper]

Another year as an alternate chaser, and Theo was glad to be part of the team again. Even though it wasn't the starting lineup, he didn't mind sitting on the bench. He guessed he got a better view of the game at hand. The Ravenclaw knew he had to get some practice in, even though he knew he didn't have a chance of playing in a real game any time soon. Theo walked onto the pitch, broom in hand, ready to get some practice done, but noticed it seemed the pitch had been occupied by someone else. He watched as the figure kicked the rugby ball, aiming it towards the hoops, but it hadn't necessarily reached the hoop, more so made a clanking sound. Theodore didn't realise he was now standing near the boy, before her turned his head towards him. "New version of rugby I'm unaware of?" Theo joked before turning back to where the ball had been kicked towards.

 

[Laura Zavaglia]

The closest Laura could get to being able to do footy practice was at this 'Quidditch' pitch. Sure, there were only 3 posts either side, not four, but she would just have to make the most of what she had. She had the ball under her arm as she wandered the grounds, looking in part for a pocket free on magical interference in order to make a phone call home as much as she was generally exploring. Laura's determination to get out to make said phone call, however, lessened at the sight of a football crossing her path. Well, a rugby ball, but it was close enough to her own Sherrin. Grinning, she dropped hers to the ground as she picked up the ball to kick it back to the two older boys, going for a drop punt between two of the posts. The ball wasn't as well intended for drop punting but she did her best. It didn't get quite the curve she was aiming for and fell a bit wide of the boys. "Sorry," she called, picking her own footy back up. "Nice to see people like real sports around here!"