Oz was at least here to see it out, for what little good that was. He certainly didn't think he'd ever touch a quaffle again after this year, but at least he'd stuck with the team for better or worse. He figured he'd try to go out on a high, maybe get lucky and score a goal. At the very least...
Oz didn't feel too confident, but thankfully Jonah was a good chaser. Oz was just kinda...there. Of course it all came down to the seekers anyway. He waited to see what the captains would say.
Oz went to catch the quaffle, but almost caught the bludger first. Ouch. He winced, but gave a shaky wave to Susie as though to say no harm done. Then he proceeded to catch the quaffle.
Oz was not really with it today but picked up the quaffle making the most of Jonah's writer not being online at the time of checking, heading for the goals.
Oz would be the first to admit he was kind of garbage as a Quidditch player. He certainly didn't have any natural talent, his shorter size meant his physical power was a little more limited (though it did give him a slight advantage in speed and avoiding bludgers) and frankly he was probably...
Oz was still a little bruised from his duels, but more his pride than anything else. He was pleased when he heard about what Lucy had decided to do for the arts club, knowing that what he'd worked on was something he felt satisfied with and actually a bit proud of. He knew he had a long way to...
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