Jack was ready. Quidditch was what she did, and the pre-game state was Jack at her peak. The combination of calm and adrenaline, the anticipation and the focus on the present. Jack was the Captain of one of the hardest working Quidditch teams Europe had ever seen. The worked harder, hit harder, and wanted it harder than anyone else in the league. They were at underdog standing at the beginning of the season, but the analysts had seen their scrimmages, had snuck into their practices, and they had named the Falcons a favorite for this seasons. They were at peak performance - and Jack had the responsibility of leading them. But she had led before, and the stakes here were not life and death, happiness or misery. It was a point for the season or no point. She could handle this. She had done it before. She intended on doing it again.
"Kelly! Let go of Caroline." Kelly had seized Caroline by the middle and was spinning her around in circles. Kelly was smiling happily, and he put his hands up. "Sorry." His lips dropped into a serious expression. "I'm serious. I am." Brett crossed his arms and glared at Kelly. "Oh, sod off, Tuley!" Caroline said, glaring at Brett. "You're not perfect."
Jack put up a hand. "Stop. All of you. Finish getting rest, then we'll do a stretch, go for our run, and begin our warm ups. Alright?"
Robin Ivanov was heading out. Jack turned, staring at the back of his head with a deep set glare. "Ivanov. Be quick!" she called after him.
If he gave her reason to kick his ass, she would not hesitate.