if anyone had asked zachariah levasseur three years ago that he would actually be paying attention to a sport that isnโt quidditch, and is also of muggle origin, the ravenclaw student would have laughed at them. not because the pureblood discriminated against muggle culture, but simply because he knew nothing about it. football was first introduced to him as one of the many terms thrown around by his muggleborn mates that he didnโt have a clue in regards to what is was, and later, when marigold van zon founded the football club, as a wildly popular muggle sport with some similarities to his beloved game of quidditch.
his interest almost fled when he found out that there was no flying objects for him to catch in a game of football, yet the challenge beat the sense of unfamiliarity he had with the sport. over the past months, zach had improved from a complete noob to a somewhat decent player. not as good as he was on the quidditch pitch, certainly not on the same level as his hufflepuff pal, but good enough to create a certain friendly competition between the two. in the rare moments the french wizard managed to sneak the ball past marigoldโs defence and score a goal, he felt like he had won the house cup on his own. little victories like that kept him hooked until that day.ย
he stepped out on her request, raising his hand for a fist bump before getting inย position.ย โณ well, then donโt go too hard on me, yeah ?ย โณ a mischievous grin plastered across his features as his feet worked quickly to match goldieโs pace.ย
ใ โจ ย zach has mentioned a canon object x9 ใ
๐arigold let her fingers fan out from the fist bump, and beamed. Her posture changed as she got into position; the arc of her shoulder, the tilt of her head, how her cleats dug into the dirt preemptively.ย โOf course not. Itโs just a demonstration.โ
The wind swallowed her giggles as she ran off, the autumn breeze weaving its fingers through her free baby hairs not tucked into her pigtails. When Zach got too close, she pivoted. Of course, the technique wasnโt as simple as the dance maneuver. Ironic, since she was more likely to injure herself on the dance floor than on the field.
She slid the ball onto the top of her foot, then deftly bumped it onto her knee. It was in her hands by the time she began to explain how the move worked.ย โItโs all about your acting chops and your skills, of course. As you can see, we start with a fake kick.โ Soon, she had everyone spread out practicing it with their own ball.ย Thank you, Doubling Charm! She wanted everyone to have some time trying it out before they scrimmaged. After her Eucalyptus Bark wand was stuffed away, she walked around the field.
โGood, good,ย Pemberly!โย
Marigold bounced around to Zach, watching him move.ย
Like any other human being, she kept the worst parts of herself hidden. Her mode of invisibility was through a smile. Marigold liked Zach. Heโd joined her club which wasnโt super popular at Hogwarts.. but sometimes she felt jealous of him. She knew jealousy was fear disguised. When it reared up inside of her unbeknownst to everyone, she shook her head internally and paid her debts in compliments. He was a talented, friendly wizard she was happy to know. On her worst days when her battle for serenity was on the outs, and she couldnโt scrounge up her favorite quote,ย โDarkness is the absent of light,โ she was all too familiar with thoughts like:ย
Iโm more talented than he is. Iโve loved this sport for longer. How is it fair he could go out into the world I was raised in, impersonate a muggle, and play the sport professionally before I can? All because the amateur WFA is still haggling with the FA to let them play in the premier league the same way men do.
But then she would let it go. She had no plans to drink her very own brewed, extremely potent emotional poison.
โGive it a clearing kick, Z!โ she cheered, a rose flush to her brown skin.
ใ โจ marigold has mentioned a canon object x5. ใ
ใ โจ marigold has casted a spell.ย ใ
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