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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
Up until now, Celia thought she'd done a decent job of keeping her personal feelings separate from her Quidditch responsibilities. It had been years since she'd hit anyone out of anger — a feat admittedly made easier by Ares' graduation — and she'd even allowed Ivelisse to play despite wanting nothing more than to permanently bench her. But now that it was time to select her successor, Celia was struggling. Her first instinct was to pick Seamus. Personal feelings aside, he did well during practice, and she liked the idea of giving it to a beater (the ability to hit bludgers at underperforming players was an invaluable tool for a captain to have.) She knew he would be committed to the position and that it'd help his ambitions of playing professionally.
But there was another talented, longtime member of the team to consider: Avery. His skills were undeniable, and Celia could still remember her awe watching him fly circles around Ivelisse as a second year. He'd also managed the one thing Seamus had so far failed to do — translate his accomplishments in practice to success in matches. It was this fact that Celia kept coming back to even as she made a thousand arguments either way. Championships were determined by what happened during matches, not practices, and she knew it would be a mistake to bet on potential instead of a track record of success.
No one could ever accuse Celia Vuong of being fair, especially not after the prefect meeting earlier that year, but Quidditch captain was the one leadership position she'd always taken seriously. She wanted to choose the best person for the role. But even now, as Celia flagged Avery down at the end of a practice, she wasn't sure she'd made the right decision. It was too late to change her mind, however, and she pushed aside her doubts to give Avery a small smile. "Can you stay for a few minutes? There's something I want to talk to you about."
But there was another talented, longtime member of the team to consider: Avery. His skills were undeniable, and Celia could still remember her awe watching him fly circles around Ivelisse as a second year. He'd also managed the one thing Seamus had so far failed to do — translate his accomplishments in practice to success in matches. It was this fact that Celia kept coming back to even as she made a thousand arguments either way. Championships were determined by what happened during matches, not practices, and she knew it would be a mistake to bet on potential instead of a track record of success.
No one could ever accuse Celia Vuong of being fair, especially not after the prefect meeting earlier that year, but Quidditch captain was the one leadership position she'd always taken seriously. She wanted to choose the best person for the role. But even now, as Celia flagged Avery down at the end of a practice, she wasn't sure she'd made the right decision. It was too late to change her mind, however, and she pushed aside her doubts to give Avery a small smile. "Can you stay for a few minutes? There's something I want to talk to you about."