Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Mar 29, 2023 9:06:44 GMT -8
Ezra stood at the gates to the pitch, moving from one foot to the other. He had taken to pacing before it, a large brown case next to him. The September breezes were turning colder and more frequent. Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff was coming quickly. Just next month. Ezra shook his head, they wouldn't need to train too hard. Though, the team needed to be balanced and synchronized if they were to win. Aracely was their newest member, to Ezra's delight. He had taken to the girl the other day out on the lawns. Her restraint had piqued his curiosity. Ezra was usually boisterous and cheerful. She seemed more reserved, and clearly intelligent.
He thought to the card in his pocket, wondering if he had the gull to give it to her. Was it too forward? He shook his head, almost laughing to himself. Well, if a card is forward, wonder what she thought of my owl...Ezra had preemptively asked Aracely to the Homecoming Dance, fearing that she might secure a date before he had the chance to ask in person. He wondered if he should bring it up, having just received her owl back this morning.
Ezra stood tall in his Quidditch gear, scanning the lawns, anxiously awaiting Aracely's arrival..
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Mar 29, 2023 10:23:11 GMT -8
Aracely was not used to feeling this way. She stood nervously in front of the long mirror situated next to her bed in the dorm room. She runs her hands nervously down the front her of her outfit: an ensemble put together thanks to Ameryn, something good for flying practice. Aracely actually wasn’t accustomed to wearing pants. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, unconvinced that this was a good idea.
Thankfully, Ameryn had been there, rooting for her. Pushing her and motivating her. One thing Ameryn really excelled at is uplifting others. Aracely had always adored that about her sister. Finally with one last graon and “Hurry up or you’re going to be late!” From Ameryn and Aracely was on her way to meet up with Ezra at the Quidditch pitch.
Aracely felt clunky and awkward in shin pads and arm guards. She approach Ezra then, her head dipped a little in Embarassment. She smiles at him warmly though, genuinely excited to see him again.
“Hello Ezra.” She says quietly, and then gestures to her outfit, “How’d I do?” She chuckles nervously. He made her nervous… in a good way. Definitely a good way.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Mar 29, 2023 20:29:55 GMT -8
Ezra caught sight of Aracely’s hair first. Black strands bouncing steadily as she walked toward him. He then gazed down to see her Quidditch uniform. His mouth unconsciously fell open before he reminded himself of his manners. Ezra stood even taller then, completely bashful. She was wearing plain practice gear, and still looked radiant. He wondered briefly if he would be able to handle her entrance to the dance. Ezra pictured her in a dress. Drool formed in his mouth.
He cast his mind back to her, “Aracely!” He said enthusiastically, hoping his cheeriness might conceal his...private thoughts. “How did you do?” Ezra laughed, “If you came like this to the dance, I’d be pleased, let alone practice…” He drifted for a moment before smiling warmly at her. “Okay, well, now that my heart is already racing and we aren’t even out on the pitch yet…” Ezra said confidently, turning to pick up the brown case. “I now have everything we’ll need for today’s training. Ready you?” He winked at her. “Ladies first…” Ezra said smiling. He nodded to the entrance of the pitch and felt somewhat like a blundering idiot. He thought about the card in his pocket again. Perhaps he would give it to her later.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Mar 30, 2023 18:25:14 GMT -8
Aracely's uncertainty drips away as soon as Ezra greets her. He has a charming, relaxing effect on her. She can not prevent herself from blushing at his words. She give a little spin for him showing off her full outfit, which feels out of character for her but also like the right move. He makes her feel a little giddy. She nods when he says ladies first and together they enter the pitch. She looks around feeling a wave of... is that anxiety or excitement? Both?
Aracely looks around somewhat in awe. "Looks a bit different standing down here." She admits. Ameryn zooming around the pitch during games made it look almost easy. She always just looked like she was having fun, like she was meant to be there. Aracely was nervous she wouldn't be the same. "It'll be different, having Ameryn in the stands rooting for me, for a change." She laughs a little. And, at some point, they'd be adversaries.
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Ezra Ansel
Ravenclaw
6th Year - Prefect - Ravenclaw Captain/Chaser
Posts: 105
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Post by Ezra Ansel on Mar 31, 2023 20:21:30 GMT -8
Ezra beamed as they entered the pitch. The wind was now shifting into a colder October. He glanced at Aracely, hoping she was warm enough and prepared to be flying in moderate conditions. His pale blonde hair fell loose in waves around his face, “I love the pitch,” He said, grinning at her, “A place where strategy and pure grit meet.” Ezra beamed, placing the brown Quidditch ball trunk down. “Accio broom,” He muttered, a polished broom whipping from across the field to his hand. Ezra smiled, gazing at Aracely for a moment. He looked at the strap at her chest and the pads around at her shoulders before blushing and turning.
Ezra kicked open the box, grinning. They were greeted by a large, red Quaffle ball, two, smaller Bludger balls, and a small, golden Snitch ball. He stood, turning to her, “I’m sure Ameryn will every moment rooting for you,” Ezra paused, smiling, “Especially when she sees her sister’s scoring the winning shot.” He winked, hoping he wouldn’t scare her off from the sport. Ezra had loved the game since he was a first year, spending innumerable hours in the library researching best Chaser moves and techniques.
“So, Aracely, when did you first start playing the game? I don’t want to bore you with the basics.” He said laughing and pulling the quaffle from its home in the box.
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Post by Aracely Minh Davies on Mar 31, 2023 22:09:34 GMT -8
Aracely follows Ezra's gaze around the pitch, "Now, strategy I can do." She says, "It's the pure grit aspect that concerns me, if I'm being honest." She admits this feeling an anxiousness in the pit of her stomach. She watches the broom zip through the air and right to Ezra's hand, like the most natural thing in the world. He stares at her and she has to duck her head to hide her blush.
Her eyes drop down to the box by Ezra's feet and the various balls within. The anxieties double and she finds herself second guessing the decision to join the Ravenclaw team. Would she even be an asset? What if she ended up hurting more than helping? She eyes the bludgers with fear. "I've played for as long as Ameryn. She needed someone to play with after all... except, our flying never included bludgers and snitches." She explains. While Aracely knew she was comfortable on a broom and confident in her quaffle handling abilities, it was the added stress of a real games that made her nervous.
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