Ulysses takes a moment to bask in the implication that Casper finds him eloquent or charismatic or whatever, and if you're wondering, yes, he will be insufferable about this later. But for the moment, he's happy to clear his throat and lend his voice to the praising of Leo, whom he, quite frankly, idolises without reservation. Unfortunately, he tends to be at his most charming while he's being a shithead, so his teammates will have to make do with less impressive and more genuine Ulysses. Sorry. Blame Casper for putting him on the spot.
"Leo," he chimes in. "We just wanna thank you. All of us. For everything you've done. I think I can speak for everyone when I say you've been more than just a Quidditch captain to us this year. Without you, shit —" Ulysses rubs at the back of his neck, well aware that he was probably personalising this a bit too much. "Well, I reckon we'd be completely lost." Metaphorically speaking. "You've been a - a real leader. And a damn good friend. This team—" No. He corrects himself. "Whole school'll be worse off with you graduated and gone, I can tell you that much."
Okay, enough of this. Ulysses breaks into a grin. "I know we keep you running over hell's half-acre. So. Thanks for takin' the time to whip our sorry asses into shape."
CHEERS
Ulysses takes a moment to bask in the implication that Casper finds him eloquent or charismatic or whatever, and if you're wondering, yes, he will be insufferable about this later. But for the moment, he's happy to clear his throat and lend his voice to the praising of Leo, whom he, quite frankly, idolises without reservation. Unfortunately, he tends to be at his most charming while he's being a shithead, so his teammates will have to make do with less impressive and more genuine Ulysses. Sorry. Blame Casper for putting him on the spot.
"Leo," he chimes in. "We just wanna thank you. All of us. For everything you've done. I think I can speak for everyone when I say you've been more than just a Quidditch captain to us this year. Without you, shit —" Ulysses rubs at the back of his neck, well aware that he was probably personalising this a bit too much. "Well, I reckon we'd be completely lost." Metaphorically speaking. "You've been a - a real leader. And a damn good friend. This team—" No. He corrects himself. "Whole school'll be worse off with you graduated and gone, I can tell you that much."
Okay, enough of this. Ulysses breaks into a grin. "I know we keep you running over hell's half-acre. So. Thanks for takin' the time to whip our sorry asses into shape."