 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Simply dangling from a broom handle like a monkey was actually a little boring after few moments, even if it was in the name of refining a Quidditch-related skill. For that reason, Abra began swinging lightly backwards and forwards as he hung there, just to spice things up a little bit. As he did so, he wondered if he could managed to gain enough momentum to swing himself right back onto the broom, all of his own accord. It was often easier to do tricks like that while already flying, because the forwards-momentum could be helpful, but it couldn't hurt to give it a try, right?
As he swung - gently at first - Abra looked from Cameron to his bag to his broom, and then back to his face. That... was a good question.
"No," he answered honestly, sounding a little surprised at his own answer. "I mean, I'm anxious, yes. But actually I usually am about literally everything." Stuff to do with people, and groups, and everyone looking at him while he possibly made an idiot of himself were all pretty high on the list, too. "But I'm not nervous about not making the team, because even if that happens I know I'm not a bad player." Because he was already on another team, of course, but Abra didn't specify that part right off the bat. It felt a little too much like bragging, which was not really his style. Uh. Anymore.
Now, if he lost his place on that team, then the emotions would probably start happening. Truthfully, Abra's fear of failing was probably his biggest obstacle in life; if he thought he wasn't going to be able to do something, he tended to give up instantly, avoiding failing but only through deciding to not even try. Quidditch was just one of those things that hadn't yet fallen victim to that tendency, perhaps because he enjoyed it as much as he did.
Swing, swing, swing...
"It would be fun to get to play, though. What about you?" Was he nervous, that was. "What position do you play?" Whether or not Cameron wanted to get on and do his own thing had not, apparently, become clear to Abra. Normally he might not have tried to embark on a conversation for fear of bothering the other person, but... well... the topic was Quidditch, so... |