The shouts of the Quidditch players practicing on their practice pitch in the middle of the Australian bushland had died down an hour ago. All that was left was the sound of animal calls outside of the protective magics surrounding the pitch. Unfortunately for Leanna Evans, the sun had only just set. It would be some time before it would cool off out there, and even then, it wouldn't cool off much. So she pounded back water constantly as she practiced her aim and strength, the pitch filled with only the sounds of her grunts and the crack of bat on Bludger.
For Leanna, the grind never stopped. When she wasn't practicing with the team, she was practicing on her own from sun up to sun down almost every day, except for the time she allotted to spend with her family. Even when the team was practicing, she was the first on the pitch by a long stretch and the last one to leave by an even longer stretch. If she wanted to make it to first string Beater, that was what she had to do. She could hear the voices of her coaches the last few years, telling her that she was extremely talented "for a Muggleborn." It made her grind her teeth in anger, but she kept her mouth shut and let her anger at their elitist words fuel her ambition to prove them wrong. She was better than, or at least on the same level then, most professional and pureblood Beaters in the league. But still, a handful of Purebloods and a few Half-bloods had been recruited into a first string position ahead of her now and it was beginning to wear her spirit down.
The only thing that had ever truly brought her happiness and distracted her from her problems was now the thing giving her the most trouble.
But Leanna was a hardass. She wasn't going to give up. It just wasn't in her DNA. She would make it to the first string position, or she would run herself into the ground trying.
Finally, Leanna landed on the ground and braced herself as the Bludger came whirling toward her. It hit her in the chest, knocking the wind out of her, but she grabbed hold and didn't let go. She wrestled with it for a few moments, then heaved it into the box and secured it. Leanna sat in the dirt for a few more minutes, catching her breath and chugging water. She stared up at the sky, filled with stars, and tried made out the constellations as she rested.
Leanna eventually hauled herself up and into the locked room. She stripped down to her training shorts and training bra, refilled her bottle with cold water, and went into the training room. She stopped in front of the mirror for a second and stared at herself. Her fiery red hair was dark with sweat and water and plastered against her pale skin, and her muscles rippled and flexed as she observed herself with a little admiration. For a second, she thought, Damn. I look kinda good. But then her eyes caught sight of the burn scar on her stomach and she quickly grabbed a shirt out of her duffel bag and hastily put it on. Sure, no one else was around, but she didn't like the reminder.
Today she would be working on her upper body. She decided to start with alternating sets of weighted pull ups and bent over rows as a warm up.