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Nov 5, 2018 19:40:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2018 19:40:30 GMT -7
It was chilly out, the December air bit you if you stood still for too long. Luckily enough, Zita couldn’t feel any of it even though she was flying around at ridiculous speeds in the pitch. She was the captain so she occasionally practiced harder than her teammates did. She wanted to make sure that she was on top of her game before she went about criticizing anything they may mess up. Even though it was nearing the end of the term, she still practiced every day when she wasn’t busy with studying or GSA. Just an hour and a half of flying around to maintain broom control and even charming a quaffle to fly at her as she guarded the goal posts was enough of a workout for her to feel accomplished once she was finished. She felt really good today, as she was halfway through her workout and managed not to miss any of the quaffles the flew her way. It was shame, she was going to miss this feeling when she graduated. Not being able to play quidditch as competitively as she did while here at Hogwarts was going to be hard. After blocking another quaffle from flying through the lowest hoop, she flew to the ground where she knew her wand to be and pointed it at the floating ball. With a quick wave, it fell to the ground and she mounted her broom once again for laps.
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