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Keirus had never been that good at being, well, good. He had been pretty good at charming teachers and not getting caught, which was probably why he'd manage to snag head boy in his seventh year - but that was behind him now, and it turned out in the real world there was only so far you could get with a winsome grin and feigned innocence, especially with grades as mediocre as his.
He had other skills to fall back on, thankfully, but while his ability on the broom had gotten him the position as the new keeper for the Bats, he knew he couldn't rest on his laurels and he'd have to put slightly more effort in than he had in school (well, in any lesson that wasn't care of magical creatures, anyway) - which is a lengthy way of saying that he turned up to his first practice almost embarrassingly early. Early enough that he was the first person in the locker rooms - for now, anyway.
He had other skills to fall back on, thankfully, but while his ability on the broom had gotten him the position as the new keeper for the Bats, he knew he couldn't rest on his laurels and he'd have to put slightly more effort in than he had in school (well, in any lesson that wasn't care of magical creatures, anyway) - which is a lengthy way of saying that he turned up to his first practice almost embarrassingly early. Early enough that he was the first person in the locker rooms - for now, anyway.