Summer
Post by Loukas Souris on Aug 28, 2013 3:50:17 GMT -5
Once again, the stadium was packed to the brim with excited fans in a dull roar of chatter as the teams prepared to enter the stadium. On the side of Greece, Loukas Souris shook his head slowly, releasing a barrage of snapping sounds from his joints as he shook out all of the kinks from the practice runs they ran just hours before. The team was flying tight today, keeping their formations clean and he was actually rather pleased. Their Seeker was on top of his game, the Keeper's reflexes were sharper than ever, the Chasers were moving tightly as a group, and the other Beater was just as viscous as Loukas was in every game.
This should prove to be an interesting game.
The last match they played against the Appleby Arrows, Loukas had gotten himself in a viscous beating match with their Beater and had been distracted by their Seeker suddenly streaking past him to block the Bludger and it struck him directly in the temple. To add to the issue, he'd fallen off his broom and gotten tangled inside one of the banners for Greece's team that stretched down the stands. He'd been laid up for a while and this was his first game back. He did tend to get injured, but he always returned the next match. When he'd awoken two days after the match (which they had won), he had been greeted with hundreds of flowers, roses, balloons, cards, banners...and he only sighed.
Again? Really?
The only fans he cared about were the kids. Adults could go choke on a cauldron cake.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PRESENTING THE HOME TEAM, THE ENGLISH NATIONALS!"
The crowd could be heard from their room and Loukas gripped the handle of his broom firmly and gritted his teeth. They were going to wipe the floor with these guys. No question. He'd studied the English Nationals' moves and could recognize their signature moves. It wouldn't be hard to counter them.
The announcer was going through the lineup as the Greek team was mounting their brooms. After the last name was called, they kicked off and tore into the field.
Loukas couldn't hear the announcer over the thunderous cheer from the crowd as they arrived. The customary circle was completed in formation, when he heard the lineup begin. Each member of the Greek team did as the English team did. Once their name was called, they peeled out of formation and their image was projected through the stadium along with their name. The Seeker was first, then the Keeper, the Chasers, the other Beater...then it came.
"AND, FINALLY, THE EXOTIC WONDER OF THE EAST! LOUUUUKAS SOUUUUUURIS!"
He peeled off and shuddered at the image of his face blown up that brought a near Zeus induced thundering of the crowd. He could hear his name being screamed, but he promptly shut that nonsense out. The banners, the pins, the shirts and face paint....they were meaningless. Not a soul in this crowd would have seen him before his fame.
"He looks good tonight! Glad to see him back on the pitch! Loukas took quite a blow to the head in the last match, didn't he, Tom?"
"Yes, he did, Nick. Let's replay that nasty knock."
They replayed the moment where the Bludger slammed into his head and he could feel their tension.
"Yeouch! But, aren't I right when I say that it takes more than a little knock to keep Loukas off the pitch, ladies and gentlemen?!"
There was the applause again. He scanned the crowd and the faintest smile came over his face. There, in the VIP box, sat his father, mother, and younger sister. Even being a muggle, his mother came to all of his games. Never missed a one. She wore one of those ridiculous pins and a little Greecian flag painted on her cheek. Athene wore a T-shirt with an image of the two of them on it and a large, excited smile. She loved these games. He turned his broom and faced them, pointing at them and pumping a fist with a wild smile before streaking off into the formation, awaiting the release of the balls.
His face was set in determination, teeth gritted and his pupils constricted slowly as his hand tightened on his club. They didn't call him the wolf for nothing. He was an animal on the pitch. The whole crowd went silent, and nothing could be heard but the sound of his own heart thundering in his ears. His eyes were locked on the clasps on the Bludgers. In the instant he saw the glint off the restraints move, he was off like a shot, already rounding on the rising Bludger among the commotion, swinging his arm like a modern day Thor and sending the ball rocketing at the English Chaser that held the ball.
It was on.
This should prove to be an interesting game.
The last match they played against the Appleby Arrows, Loukas had gotten himself in a viscous beating match with their Beater and had been distracted by their Seeker suddenly streaking past him to block the Bludger and it struck him directly in the temple. To add to the issue, he'd fallen off his broom and gotten tangled inside one of the banners for Greece's team that stretched down the stands. He'd been laid up for a while and this was his first game back. He did tend to get injured, but he always returned the next match. When he'd awoken two days after the match (which they had won), he had been greeted with hundreds of flowers, roses, balloons, cards, banners...and he only sighed.
Again? Really?
The only fans he cared about were the kids. Adults could go choke on a cauldron cake.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PRESENTING THE HOME TEAM, THE ENGLISH NATIONALS!"
The crowd could be heard from their room and Loukas gripped the handle of his broom firmly and gritted his teeth. They were going to wipe the floor with these guys. No question. He'd studied the English Nationals' moves and could recognize their signature moves. It wouldn't be hard to counter them.
The announcer was going through the lineup as the Greek team was mounting their brooms. After the last name was called, they kicked off and tore into the field.
Loukas couldn't hear the announcer over the thunderous cheer from the crowd as they arrived. The customary circle was completed in formation, when he heard the lineup begin. Each member of the Greek team did as the English team did. Once their name was called, they peeled out of formation and their image was projected through the stadium along with their name. The Seeker was first, then the Keeper, the Chasers, the other Beater...then it came.
"AND, FINALLY, THE EXOTIC WONDER OF THE EAST! LOUUUUKAS SOUUUUUURIS!"
He peeled off and shuddered at the image of his face blown up that brought a near Zeus induced thundering of the crowd. He could hear his name being screamed, but he promptly shut that nonsense out. The banners, the pins, the shirts and face paint....they were meaningless. Not a soul in this crowd would have seen him before his fame.
"He looks good tonight! Glad to see him back on the pitch! Loukas took quite a blow to the head in the last match, didn't he, Tom?"
"Yes, he did, Nick. Let's replay that nasty knock."
They replayed the moment where the Bludger slammed into his head and he could feel their tension.
"Yeouch! But, aren't I right when I say that it takes more than a little knock to keep Loukas off the pitch, ladies and gentlemen?!"
There was the applause again. He scanned the crowd and the faintest smile came over his face. There, in the VIP box, sat his father, mother, and younger sister. Even being a muggle, his mother came to all of his games. Never missed a one. She wore one of those ridiculous pins and a little Greecian flag painted on her cheek. Athene wore a T-shirt with an image of the two of them on it and a large, excited smile. She loved these games. He turned his broom and faced them, pointing at them and pumping a fist with a wild smile before streaking off into the formation, awaiting the release of the balls.
His face was set in determination, teeth gritted and his pupils constricted slowly as his hand tightened on his club. They didn't call him the wolf for nothing. He was an animal on the pitch. The whole crowd went silent, and nothing could be heard but the sound of his own heart thundering in his ears. His eyes were locked on the clasps on the Bludgers. In the instant he saw the glint off the restraints move, he was off like a shot, already rounding on the rising Bludger among the commotion, swinging his arm like a modern day Thor and sending the ball rocketing at the English Chaser that held the ball.
It was on.
