Quentin had managed to play keeper for the team last year, and it had been amazing to be part of a team and travel to New Zealand, the home of his cousins and friends. This year he was tempted to try a different position, but he was keen to be considered for whatever was needed. He made his way...
Quentin braced himself as he realised he was going to have to play in Quidditch today. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it and hadn't really eaten a lot that morning, but he hoped he would be able to prove worthy enough to stay on the team for another year. He hobbled down to the pitch, still...
Quentin didn't know if it was possible, but he felt like he could almost be more nervous this year than he had been previously. Last time getting onto the team had been scary, but this time what if they thought he wasn't good enough and he ended up being kicked off? Now he had something to lose...
Quentin hadn't been expecting to come to Beauxbatons. For years he was told that he'd be following his cousins to Hogwarts New Zealand, where he'd be sorted into his house, and where he imagined he would be spending seven years of his education. Even Agnes got to go to Hogwarts and she didn't...
It was strange for Quentin to think that ever since the day he'd accidentally set his mothers skirt on fire just by staring at it from a distance, that his parents had been treating him a little differently. Today was no different as he found himself sat on a field in Brightstone, surrounded by...
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