Can I be saved? (Ares)

The day had gone by as Ares sat in the Ravenclaw locker room cleaning his locker that he had told the house elves not to clean as he enjoyed doing it himself. Granted the little creatures always popped in with cleaning supplies as well as refreshments every now and then, such as the butterbeer that he held in his hand. His quidditch uniform hung in his lock on a hanger with the back showing his number and last name on it and he smirked as he remembered the first time that his name had been announced as he scored his first goal for Ravenclaw. He had literally punched the opposing keeper in the face as the guy had tried to come out and take the quaffle from him and Ares had rewarded the much bigger boy at the time with well-placed punch before ducking under the keeper and made his shot uncontested.

He had done this at the beginning of each year before the season got underway make sure his locker was clean, his broom was in top form. Ares knew that he was probably not the only one that had preseason rituals such as this. He smiled as he thought about winning the cup this year. While he excelled at quidditch he had no aims to pursue it as a career after school.

Ares got up off the bench he had been sitting on and made his way out of the locker room and headed down the tunnel. He stopped before the doors that had sun shining through the cracks in and around the doors. He downed the rest of his butterbeer before banishing it with a quick thought as banishing charms were one of the charms that he could do windlessly. Ares took a step and threw the doors open with his hands pushing them wide open and taking a step out onto the pitch. With his eyes shut he took a deep breath before opening his eyes. He found that aside from the pitch his eyes fell on the one man that he hated above all else Regulus Black. He turned away from the man and crouched down as he plucked a handful of the grass from the pitch and rubbed it between his hands finding that it was crisp and fresh as always. He ignored Black as he stood up and began walking around the pitch learning every inch once more. Even though he knew it like the back of his own hand Ares always did this, most of the other players never understood why he did this but it was just something that he did, as he loved every aspect of the game.

Regulus Black