Shut up, he's a foreigner!

[Ebony Aerius]

"Guys, shut it!" Bonnie Fierce brought her finger to her lips to try to quell the words of her teammates. Looking over her shoulder, Bonnie surveyed the newest player, brought in from another team to replace a member they had just lost. Considering she was usually a follower of international quidditch, Bonnie did not know much about this guy, but she would soon, she always did her research. Ebony turned to her teammates, namely Jack Kaster and Parker Smith and shook her head. She did not want to embarrass this guy on his first day, they didn't know anything about him. The coach wasn't here yet to introduce him. Though, Ebony didn't understand why they would bring an alternate, they only lost one alternate, they should have brought a seeker, that would have helped them out a lot more. "Shhh, you're like a gang of gaggling girls. He can probably hear you." This was getting beyond ridiculous, Ebony wasn't even sure why she was the designated mother of the team. They all basically saw her as a man anyway, so what was the point. As she looked over her shoulder again, the raven haired woman appraised their new member, he was certainly good looking, no doubt about that, but was he fast. There were many problems that a Beater faced and that was only the half of it. "For Merlin's sake, he probably doesn't even speak english, so saying those things isn't going to do much." Why did guys have to be such guys? Was it a guy thing? Ebony believed it was and in the end she would have to forgive them, even if they had come into the habit of calling her bro or mate, it was all in good fun and she was mostly willing to over look it.

Ebony shook her head as she brushed her hair out of her eyes which had started it's escape from her bun. "No, why do I have to go over there. I am sure he is perfectly fine on his own, or, we could invite him over to us, how does that sounds? That work for you?" She asked as she went to wave the guy over only to have her hand snapped back to her side by Parker. She raised an eyebrow at her friend and frowned. "What in the world is your problem, P? We have to be nice, he's a new member." The way he was reacting, any one would think she was asking a suicide bomber to give her directions. This was what she got for being friends with immature boys that were way younger then her. Though, now that she thought about it, she was one of the oldest on that team and the only woman. Bonnie frowned. How depressing, she was going to wither and die an old maid and nobody would care, she could tell, this was her life now, this was what she had become. "Oh stop it. He's hardly going to eat you is he?" She asked gesturing to him. "Well, how should I know, you could go and ask him if you like." She pulled Parker by the arm in the direction of the foreigner. Foreigner. Is that what she was going to call him now? Oh that really is pathetic she must be getting old if she can't even think of a decent nickname. Muscles just didn't seem appropriate at this point though and she could tell that he had them, even through the uniform. He was well built she could tell. From tone alone, she was sure he would make an excellent beater, Jack was flimsy compared to Arnold over there.
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[Calsimael Aerius]

Calsimael Aerius had just arrived in the United Kingdom for the first time. Having been born and raised in Russia by his aunt and uncle, that was all he knew. And now he was here, by himself, without any support from people he knew. He well and truly felt foreign. However, he had decided to come to this team, so it was his own fault and he was willing to admit that. He grew tired of the people on his old team and required a fresh start. Russia had become too small for the man to desire staying there. For forty years he had been in his beautiful home, only leaving for work or school, and now he made the somewhat rash but exciting decision to spontaneously join a foreign team in a foreign country. All he had to do now was make sure he did not speak anything other than English to them. He could understand English better than speaking it, however, and his ears were quite exceptional. Using his long, dark hair as a barrier between his mouth and his new teammates, Cal disguised his smile as a grimace and continued to examine his broomstick, finding it to be in acceptable condition. If it had ever been less, then he would have to get another one. He didn't want another one.

As he continued to listen to his teammates' conversation, he turned a snort into a deep clearing of the throat. Was he being just a little nasty? Yes. And he was enjoying every moment of it. Those boys were nearly fainting from fear. If they were going to win games, they had to be more fearsome than what they were currently being. It was hard to stand there without playing on their expectations and assumptions. If they thought he was going to eat them, then so be it. He would be the big, bad wolf they so much desired. He often played on people's fears back at home, making them uncomfortable and sometimes even fearful. It was funny, and probably why he found he had trouble with his past teammates. He did not care, he was a damn good seeker, and so this made his life easier. Even if he was considering retirement someday, being forty and finding it ever difficult to keep up with younger seekers, until he began failing at his job, then he would remain as he was. They even took it so far as to stop the only woman on the team from associating with him. This really was nearly all too much for him. He felt like apparating behind them and crying BOO. But he restrained himself, and simply looked up from his broom. He stared darkly at his teammates, a smirk growing on his pale face with his eyes shining through his dark hair. "Hello."
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