 Toto * RotiSila * ToRo * Braveheart * Grandma & Mama Tori
Remy Edwards-Drayvin was used to adults who thought they were better than accidents, and loved to fly, getting into accidents. Whether because of their own lack of awareness or their opponents mid-game, the outcome was the same. Broken bones, bleeding noses and trips to see him; the Healer.
Children on the other hand - having taken his own siblings and younger family members into this "data survey" - could end up bleeding by only holding a play wand. Personally, he had no idea how they managed it, but he knew that over the next two weeks he would be very glad to be close by.
Especially since he had moved from training with camps and listening to his Dad's stories ... to actually working at the Summer Quidditch camps. Definitely more accidents than the Welshman thought there was any right to be within te days. Ten. Days.
Sighing slightly as he held his own clipboard, Remy stood slightly to the side of the actual coaching team - but close enough that he could hear and watch out for accidents.
His bet was thirty-two minutes. Thirty-two minutes before someone got injured.
... Was that a tutu?? Huh. She looked cute, and kind of reminded him of his own sister, Gwynfor who his mum could not get to wear jeans or trousers. Dresses and skirts daily, or she yelled. A lot. Heh.
The very tall man smiled as the children came closer.
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Last edited by Stormdancer; 12-02-2019 at 02:26 AM.
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