Aug 11, 2016
“It’s a practice I based off the muggle sport, squash. You hit it against the wall and it comes back to you. It’s the easiest way to practise alone, I find.”
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“It’s a practice I based off the muggle sport, squash. You hit it against the wall and it comes back to you. It’s the easiest way to practise alone, I find.”
It hadn’t been long since the Ballycastle game that started the season. Pyxis had remembered, just as he assumed she did, that he had a standing appointment now to ensure he didn’t blow his shoulder worse than he tended to during the off-season when he didn’t come in for a couple months at a time. He had almost skipped this one, though. He hadn’t seen Rory at any of the other Ballycastle games in the last two weeks; he hadn’t been able to spot her at the Holyhead one or the Magpies ones that he’d stopped in either. But he knew, as he walked up the steps and, after a moment’s pause, rang the bell. He would find her here, and though there might be a little more awkwardness than he wanted there to be... well. Pyxis had taken a chance on that kiss for a reason, after all. And the nice jacket sitting in the duffel bag on his side was just an added point to that.
The pub was packed, as it always was after a full day of matches. Everyone was drinking, either to celebrate or commiserate, and the noise had been slowly building for hours as people argued over the day's results and what they might mean for the rest of the season. Among this crowd were Rory and her brothers, on one of their rare sibling outings. Now that play was over for the day, Rory was able to relax and enjoy her evening - or she would, as soon as she stopped getting interrogated about her patients.
“Alright, listen you three, I don't care how many drinks you say you’re gonna buy me, I cannot tell you anything about anyone's health so that you can bet on them or against them, or anything." They'd had this same conversation at least once a month since she'd started working, and she spoke with a sort of bemused weariness. "But, if you did want to get me anoth-" She'd started to continue when she felt someone nudged her back - the pub was crowded, so she assumed it was accidental, but it was enough to distract her from her train of thought.
“Yo, heads up!”
“You gotta pay attention when you walk out on the pitch! You’re lucky I was close enough to knock that one away, or you’d be flat already.”
“This is going to sound like an odd question, I’m sure, but with the bites I’ve been getting recently, I have to ask.”
“Quite a few Quidditchers have been receiving anonymous notes and gifts in their lockers this season already -- including Pyxis Travers from Ballycastle and Carmine Clark from Kenmare. Have you been receiving them as well?”
“Oh, no, I’m fine!”
“It wasn’t a terrible fall. I missed the Snitch, which was disappointing, but you know. I didn’t get hurt, aside from a few bruises, so I’m perfectly fine.”
“I’m off tonight.”
“Sofia’ll be around soon to ask for your drink if Cassidy doesn’t come by first.”
“Did you hear the news?”
“Oliver Wood’s retiring from Puddlemere at the end of the season. Isn’t that just... crazy? He’s been playing for what feels like a lifetime.”