- Messages
- 674
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Straight 14 Inch Sturdy Pine Wand with Acromantula Web Core
- Age
- 5/2043
Avery felt confident about practice today. He looked forward to bringing back some familiarity from previous years. The sky was clear, dotted with the occasional cloud, while the pitch below was littered with evenly spaced orbs, cloudy and crackling with a contained storm. The weather balls he’d purchased from Bleak Street were charged and ready to go, and despite the shopkeepers warning, he had no concerns about anything going wrong. One by one he released the storms contained inside, until the sky above the pitch was blanketed in separate, room-sized clouds of thundering grey, a curtain of dense rain coating the formerly dry grass below. It was far from perfect, with gaps between clouds here and there that hadn’t quite been placed as close together as others, but it would do. Avery lowered his imperviused goggles over his eyes to deflect the droplets of water, and turned to the team as they gathered. ”Hello.” He greeted over the howling winds. “We will be practicing in harsher conditions today. We need to secure the cup this year, which means we need to push ourselves. Do your best today.” He continued, before releasing the Quidditch balls from their chest.
Slytherin,Practice
Slytherin,Practice