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[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Charles ([@WittyWolf])[hr][hr]
[color=00a651]"Sounds like a bore, Zeke. How are you feeling about the team this year? There a bit more of a force than last year, that's for sure."[/color]

Zeke speared a triangle of potato with his fork, as he considered Kemp's question. [color=f26522]"Yes,"[/color] he said after some thought. [color=f26522]"I s'ppose they are."[/color] He looked down one end of the table, spotting their lightest player laughing, encircled in a ring of his friends. Zeke personally thought the boy looked rather like a weasel, but the third-year was a fast, nimble thing, with an even quicker and more agile broom in his possession now. [color=f26522]"Our Seeker has gone through growth spurt,"[/color] he mused, watching as said boy snorted with a chuckle. [color=f26522]"But more importantly he just celebrated his birthday and his parents bought him a Firebolt 4000. He was boasting about it on the platform."[/color] The model was top of its line, an enviable thing. Zeke supposed the Galleons pureblooded Slytherins traditionally inherited gave the team an edge that way, in the equipment sector.

Zeke's eyes flickered back to Charles, before they flew to a fifth-year girl. Her hair was in corn-rows now, but she looked tanner. In the light of the candles her dark skin glowed with several bruises. [color=f26522]"Leah's been working hard over summer,"[/color] Zeke murmured. [color=f26522]"She did promise to improve on being a Catcher, and she does keep her word."[/color] Shrugging, Zeke sat back, and rolled his shoulders and neck to work out the kinks. [color=f26522]"After that atrocious fumble last season, I guess she thought she should if she wanted to stay on the team. You might have to keep an eye on that one though. She's like to kill herself on the pitch if she tries to practise too hard."[/color]

Picking up his fork again, Zeke bit off the potato. He chewed, swallowed, before asking the sixth-year, [color=f26522]"Try-outs will have to come soon, yeah? And what about you, Kemp? You're the captain, what are your thoughts on the team?"[/color] The previous captains Zeke had been under had all been strict sadistic arses who had stoically whipped their charges into shape. But they had produced results and scores, and none too bad. Piercing pieces of food absent-mindedly, Zeke wondered what sort of captain Charles would be.