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Fraser knew that he needed to practice, the try-outs were once again coming up and he just needed to make sure that he could actually be good at it. Fraser had his broom in hand and was about to kick off into the air. There was a lot riding on him, to finally now make the team. He had been...

Fraser had really enjoyed taking pictures at the yuleball, it had been to him a really valuable way of spending his time. It was just nice to have captured the memories of others and know they'd smile fondly upon them when they were older. He knew his dad looked somewhat fondly on the old...

Fraser had been taking pictures of everything, he had found it easily enough to do, to just be taking pictures of anything and eliminating the ones he did not. He was trying to see if beyond the portraits he took for Accio, if he was actually a decent photographer with anything specific to say...

Fraser didn't really mind that he was needing to work and take pictures at the Yuleball. it wasn't the end of the world, and it wasn't like he was there with a date anyway. He was just at it. This way it gave him something more to do, and also meant that he was doing something. Even though they...

Fraser had a job to do, he was taking pictures and he knew that if this went well, he'd definitely be able to stay on the accio team. Which was something he wanted, but he was distracted. He'd take a couple of pictures and then marvel at a costume, or see a snack that he wanted, so keeping...

Fraser came to the student lounge with a plan. He had plenty of things he needed to be getting on with, but he knew he had to focus on this part. The photography. He had spent a bit of time with Rosie, and Zerrin, learning the best way to do portraits, and now he was trying to do action shots...

Fraser had agreed to this the day before at the club fair, and now was feeling a lot more nervous about it. He had his camera and was waiting outside the accio room, one for Zerrin and the other for the girl. He just…he was nervous. What if he jumped through the hoops, and he just wasn't good...

Fraser had been disappointed once more. He hadn't made the team, and really he'd thought he'd made the best strides to making it this time around. He was faster and better than ever before. But it just...was not good enough. He knew it was a competitive team, and that three older students...

Fraser was not bothered by the fact it was a dance for couples and he was turning up on his own. He knew from what others said that it was fine to just be alone. He had been alone to all the dances so far and though he had nothing to compare it to, he still thought this was the favourable...

Fraser had decided to at least give the photography idea a chance. He knew that if he got on to the quidditch team he might just immediately drop it, but for now, his dad had seemed pleased that he had a second hobby, one that couldn't come under the umbrella of quidditch. Fraser had gotten a...

Fraser, as with the year before, was extremely excited by the fact he was at the ball. There was just so much for him to do at, and he was never sure what to go for first. This time around after grabbed a snack he headed towards the funhouse mirrors and decided this would be the thing he'd do...

Not getting on to the team for the second year in a row had been a bit of a blow for Fraser. He had known in his heart at the try-out that he wasn't going to make the team, there were too many other people, he was too young. Just nothing would've worked in his favour for it, but he had wanted...

Fraser spent a lot of time on the pitch. He was trying to be the best, even when he wasn't actually on a team. He just liked flying, he liked being able to spend in the air, practising and doing what he liked. It was just better than being on the ground on being in classes or doing countless...

Fraser was eager for another year at school. He had of course on the first day after a good and hearty breakfast immediately come down to the quidditch pitch. He had his broom and his quidditch equipment and was just getting it ready. His broom was a second hand one from his dad, but it was a...

Fraser liked these celebrations, he thought they'd maybe be better with a partner or someone to dance with specifically but he also didn't really mind them. The gryffindor had put on a nice suit, knowing that this was to be a fancy event, but after a little wandering had gone to the snacks. Sure...

Fraser got on his broom and flew into the air. Ready to fly alone, if only someone was here too.

Fraser arrived at the ball wearing a suit, not sure if he should dance or grab snacks.

Fraser had gotten help from one of the professors to make his costume work, so that it always appeared like he was in potion. He knew this was a costume that someone else had done before, almost certain it might've been Liusaidh but he liked it. Thought it was a good idea and it suited him quite...

Fraser had known he wouldn't get on to the quidditch team, he had known it. It had always been an unlikelihood, given that it was a competitive team, and he was only a first year, but he couldn't help but still feel a little disappointed. He wouldn't get to be part of a team, he wouldn't get to...

Fraser had been sorted in Gryffindor. He was a gryffindor. Fraser had never minded where he might end up, knowing that it wouldn't really matter so long as he got to play quidditch to some degree. But he was a gryffindor and it didn't even occur to him that he was the first gryffindor of his...