- Messages
- 129
- OOC First Name
- Cyn
- Wand
- Sandalwood Wand 14" with Moonstone Powder
- Age
- 7/2000
Although practice had been especially brutal, Andrew Belo had no complaints. They were professional athletes after all and hard work was what was expected of the players, especially the Thunderers. Anyone who expected to simply enjoy some fame for being a quidditch player would not have fit in well on the team. All of the players, male and female alike were true athletes. It had taken some time for Andrew to get used to that idea. He had arrived on the team as a cocky, unfocused guy, but he had those qualities quickly stripped away. The coach was always ruthless in telling Andrew to pick up the pace and stop swinging like an amateur. The words had lit a fire under him the first time he'd heard them and continued to every day.
By the time they'd stopped for the day, there was not a single part of Andrew's body that wasn't aching. But, his coach had no negative comments to make. It was a good trade-off especially since he knew a good shower would set him straight. "Good practice" Andrew said, slapping hands with some of his teammates as they headed for the locker rooms. After practice some of the players had showered quickly and left, returning to their families or heading off to do whatever it was they did. Andrew always moved slowly, taking time to ice his arm before heading to the showers, but he had eventually made his way to his locker and dressed quickly in a jeans and a t-shirt. He always felt proud to see the plaque bearing his name at the top of his area. Inside his locker, he had a clean practice uniform, his pads and game uniforms. He also had a picture of his family- his 5 kids (they were his stepchildren though he didn't like to label them like that) and his girlfriend. It was a wizarding picture so the little children moved a lot, trying to touch the edge of the picture and squirm out of their mother's arms. He touched it before every game for good luck.
As his stomach grumbled, Andrew began pulling on his sneakers. It was time to get some calories into his body. "Any of you guys wanna grab a bite?" he asked to the room in general. He was friendly enough with all of his teammates that he would welcome any of their company. They spent a good amount of each day together after all, and it was only for a meal anyway. "I could eat a hippogriff right now."
By the time they'd stopped for the day, there was not a single part of Andrew's body that wasn't aching. But, his coach had no negative comments to make. It was a good trade-off especially since he knew a good shower would set him straight. "Good practice" Andrew said, slapping hands with some of his teammates as they headed for the locker rooms. After practice some of the players had showered quickly and left, returning to their families or heading off to do whatever it was they did. Andrew always moved slowly, taking time to ice his arm before heading to the showers, but he had eventually made his way to his locker and dressed quickly in a jeans and a t-shirt. He always felt proud to see the plaque bearing his name at the top of his area. Inside his locker, he had a clean practice uniform, his pads and game uniforms. He also had a picture of his family- his 5 kids (they were his stepchildren though he didn't like to label them like that) and his girlfriend. It was a wizarding picture so the little children moved a lot, trying to touch the edge of the picture and squirm out of their mother's arms. He touched it before every game for good luck.
As his stomach grumbled, Andrew began pulling on his sneakers. It was time to get some calories into his body. "Any of you guys wanna grab a bite?" he asked to the room in general. He was friendly enough with all of his teammates that he would welcome any of their company. They spent a good amount of each day together after all, and it was only for a meal anyway. "I could eat a hippogriff right now."