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Practice was absolutely grueling, but Liam wasn't letting that get him down. He knew that every missed block he would have more to practice with, but it was getting extremely hot and all he wanted to do was switch his broomstick out for a surf board and spend some time in the ocean. As that thought crossed his mind, a Bludger came right at his head, dodging it at the last moment. "Keep your head in the game!" the captain yelled at him, but you didn't have to tell him twice. He blocked the next attempted goal, running into Scarlett as she attempted the score on him. With one last whistle blow practice was over and off to the locker room he went. "Hey Van Acker, want to actually go hit up some waves?" he asked, throwing his sweaty clothes into his laundry bag and tightening it up. "You're definitely ready for some actual waves this time". Walking over to her, Liam sat down on the bench and smiled, slipping on his shoes as he awaited her reply.
After having dealt with rather frustrating several days by way of her ex’s new girlfriend and a rather bothersome encounter in the locker room Scar was just glad to get out and let off some steam. She had not been out in a while, she had not known her surroundings too well stateside but she home now. She could navigate the alley ways in her sleep if she needed to. Grabbing a few of her friends who had stuck around the area they were all enjoying their night out. The club was packed and it took a bit of maneuvering to get through the club but she had managed to do so. All the way to the bar where she was ignored in favor of a pair of blondes. ”Not much changes.” She muttered dryly. She called attention to herself once more and the bartender moved down to address another customer's needs and she shook her head with an exasperated sigh. ”Fine then thank you!” She said as she leaned over to grab two of the beers sitting just on the other side of the bar. She handed one to someone next to her. ”Here, on me.” She said using the bar top to open her beer before she clinked it off the other bottle. (Scarlett)
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.