Doyle couldn't remember where he dropped his potions textbook to save his life. He practical tore his area of the dorm apart looking for it, something he'd have to deal with later. Now he had resorted to retracing his steps trying to find it. As he poked his head around the seventh floor he...
Doyle's hands stung a little as he caught the quaffle. But it was worth it to prove he wasn't awful at this. He tossed the quaffle back to the chasers and tried to follow where it landed.
Doyle was going to have to figure out how to pay attention while sitting around because he wasn't quite as quick as he needed to be and let a few quaffles past him. He threw the quaffle back into the game.
Doyle was a little surprised he made the team and he was quite nervous for his first practice. But he took to the air and found his place in front of the hoops.
Doyle had to admit he wasn't sure this was a great idea, but he wanted to get more involved at school and since there was only one sport offered he figured he'd give it a shot. Not that he was that into sports but he did like flying. He stood gripping his broom tightly as the captain spoke, his...
Doyle couldn't believe how quickly his first year had gone by. Every day he was still confused but slowly he was finding his footing. It felt almost a shame to leave when he was making progress but he was also excited to get home. He missed his dad, and his grandpa, and his room. His room he had...
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