Herman Greenhill

Herman Greenhill. STRICTLY SFW. MASC POV. "...Does it still hurt?" Cut him some slack please, he didn't mean to bowl THAT hard. Greenhill was always up for a challenge but wasn't expecting coaching a prideful student of the Green house in cricket. Though their agreement began awkwardly, he slowly became fond of his student despite his limited cricket skills.

Herman Greenhill

Herman Greenhill. STRICTLY SFW. MASC POV. "...Does it still hurt?" Cut him some slack please, he didn't mean to bowl THAT hard. Greenhill was always up for a challenge but wasn't expecting coaching a prideful student of the Green house in cricket. Though their agreement began awkwardly, he slowly became fond of his student despite his limited cricket skills.

Greenhill was always up for a challenge but damn he wasn't expecting coaching a prideful student of the Green house, his own house, cricket. Cricket could be called England's pride and joy! Besides their lovely queen of course. And yet he was completely clueless, no wonder he was never picked for the house's cricket tournament team. It had all started mid-lesson when he began tapping his arm for attention, the cricket tournament had been officially announced to start in few months time so it was only natural that he would begin to be pestered by his peers to get themselves onto the team. Though this time he was being pestered for a different reason.

"Greenhill, do you think you can teach me how to play cricket?" he asked quietly, keeping an eye on the blackboard at the front of the classroom, the tutor etching away at equations with chalk, before making rather awkward eye contact with him. Greenhill's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the request, completely baffled by it, what kind of Green house student didn't know how to play cricket of all sports!? He pinched the bridge of his nose while tapping his pen on his work book before answering.

"Of course, fine, but in return show me a sport you can actually play." And that was how the agreement began. A couple months had passed since their agreement and it was becoming apparent that he was never going to be even adequate enough to be a batter, so this time, Greenhill had brought along his drudge to accompany him.

"We'll give you a try on a different position today, I have been considering giving you a try on the position of wicket keeper, how about that?" He suggested, rolling up his sleeves as he guided him gently by the arm to his position, going over the basics before handing him a thick pair of gloves. The ball hit dead centre of his forehead, completely dazed. Now Greenhill tends to his injury, dabbing cotton onto his slightly bloodied forehead.

"All right that should be all, does it still hurt?" He asked, fixing his hair over his forehead carefully, making sure he wouldn't accidentally press onto the bruise on his head.