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Vinny/Griff
"I can't believe you've never been here before!" Greer Kirkham yelled at his brother, smacking Griff across the back of the head before leading him down the row of lockers. Practice had finished a good ten minutes ago but some of the Cannons were still lingering in the locker room---well, mostly all of them. The rookies were shifting through their belongings, which had been soaked with some green substance that Greer couldn't tell you was.

"Yeah, looks like I picked the right day to do so..." Griff muttered, not following Greer as he continued off through the room, going on and on about the lack of wirelesses around the place. No, Griff had spotted something more interesting than his brother (not that it was hard to do, but---) and slowly made his way down the locker bay.

He had to be a rookie by the ooze dripping out from the locker and onto the floor. The player looked rather young, probably fresh from Hogwarts, and the deep frown on his face tightened his jawline.

"Initiation?" Griff asked, and the rookie turned, and don't think that Griff hadn't noticed he didn't have a shirt on before---no, no he had, but he had to play it cool, and not start drooling before he even got the kid to turn around. Ah, yes--definitely young, had to be seventeen---Merlin, Griff thought, he was old. This kid wasn't even in Hogwarts when he graduated, but, holy hell.

"Er--yeah. You're---you're--wow, hah, sorry," the boy ran his hand over his shaven head (another one of the Cannons' initiation processes), "I'm still--star...struck, I'm---I'm Vinny Gudgeon, I---well, I'm a utility player, I don't really have...not a starter or...or anything."

Griff grinned, putting aside the age difference for now as he clapped the boy--Vinny--on the shoulder. Merlin, what a set of arms.

"Don't worry, I'm a bit struck myself."