Jackson was not one to skip out on practicing, but today he felt his mind wandering a little too much for his liking. He had a match coming up, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to win. Arriving at the club, he pulled his jacket off and placed it in his usual locker. Sighing, he grabbed his wand out of his pocket and grabbed a polishing kit. Taking a place at a table, he began methodically cleaning it, small waves of sparks coming out of it.
He could hear people coming and going, none of them taking an interest in his work. Until someone spoke up to him.