Crimson Claws
tearing down, shredding up, ready to fight
Keeper...... Jack Ellwood-Luxe
The wind was whipping right at him such that his voice didn't carry very far, so Jack sang louder.
"THEY WERE SUMMONED FROM THE HILLSIDE, THEY WERE SUMMONED FROM THE GLEN! AND THE COUNTRY FOUND THEM READY AT THE STIRRING CALL FOR MEN."
He might have been actually playing now, but the action being concentrated on the other side of the pitch meant that now he was bored up
here, too. He couldn't even see very clearly what was going on over there, but he didn't miss it when Kensington failed to block one of the foul goals that the Claws got to attempt.
This game was bloody
violent. It was exhilarating.
Though it was too bad that Cuddrun plummeted to the ground like a dead guy. Any kid who made Caius puke slugs was good in his book.
"KEEEEEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING! WHILE YOUR HEARTS ARE YEARNI--
shit,"The action suddenly came his way and the Slytherin with the permanent stink face pulled a maneuver that sent himself
and the Quaffle through opposite hoops.
He needed to focus, damn. He couldn't just be out here missing goals because of Venom's random gymnastic tendencies.
Meanwhile, Old-rellana called a foul against the Claws. Jack didn't see why, but he was sure it was a bum call. They couldn't have done anything wrong over there that fast.
Regardless, he squared himself up as Katherine Dankworth approached with the Quaffle to make the free throw.
He remembered suddenly how nice she smelled, sidling up to him at the party her family had thrown in the summertime. It was like, vanilla ice cream, but warm. Toasty. It was pretty normal that girls smelled good, but she smelled, like,
really good.
She wound up.
Jack could see that she was aiming right for the hoop on his left.
She threw.
Jack flew right.
The Quaffle sailed through the hoop.
"FUCK," Jack shouted.
