Avrille Grinaes
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As Avrille was trying out for a Beater's position on her house team, she figured that practise would be a good idea, she did already have two things against her, aside from her youth. One, she didn't appear that she could play beater from first glance because of her size and two, she was a girl. It was a known fact that males had more strength in their upper body while females had the strength in their lower body, so she had to work so much harder then everyone else, or that was what she believed. Not that she ever did anything to half of her abilities. She believed that if you were going to do something half as$ed, you might as well not do it at all. So the first year grabbed her beater's bat and broom from her dorm room, after changing into what appeared to be Durmstrang Quidditch robes, even though they were not, she had just bought all of her school supplies in Bulgaria, well at least the important things.
Upon arrival of the pitch harlequin green eyes looked around, no one else was there. Avrille smiled to herself, it was still as cold as sin, but, yes, it was a smile. She walked towards the broom closet, hoping to find the Bludger so she could practise. When she had, she smirked inwardly and opened it from behind. Immediately the ball flew diagonally away from her. She mounted her broom, and kicked off with force. The Ravenclaw zoomed quickly through the air, one hand grasped around the head of her broom, and the other around her beater's bat.
Soon the Bludger began returning towards her, so she halted her broom, in line with the middle net and the Bludger. Just as it came towards her, she swung her bat like a back hand, and with a satisfying snap, it hit the firm wood, and began sworing towards the nets.
Upon arrival of the pitch harlequin green eyes looked around, no one else was there. Avrille smiled to herself, it was still as cold as sin, but, yes, it was a smile. She walked towards the broom closet, hoping to find the Bludger so she could practise. When she had, she smirked inwardly and opened it from behind. Immediately the ball flew diagonally away from her. She mounted her broom, and kicked off with force. The Ravenclaw zoomed quickly through the air, one hand grasped around the head of her broom, and the other around her beater's bat.
Soon the Bludger began returning towards her, so she halted her broom, in line with the middle net and the Bludger. Just as it came towards her, she swung her bat like a back hand, and with a satisfying snap, it hit the firm wood, and began sworing towards the nets.