Jonah wasn't sure he believed it when Lumos said that the classes didn't explain the spells right. He would like to believe the Slytherin, but considering it was only Jonah who was failing the classes miserably, it stood to reason that he was just not understanding the material. It was...
Jonah didn't know how to feel after the loss against Bowtons - the French school. He knew it wasn't his fault; seekers could end the game with a catch of the snitch, and the only way for him - a chaser - to win against an opposing seeker was to score goals enough for a 150-point gap. Even in...
He was practically glaring at the keeper at this point - not that it would be very intimidating since he was a first year and their keeper seemed much older. Either way, he was gonna make sure he scored this time. He made a feint before throwing the quaffle and he sighed when it finally went...
This back-and-forth with the French chaser was sort of getting annoying, in Jonah's opinion. He took possession of the quaffle hoping he could pass or score successfully this time.
Jonah couldn't find an opportunity to pass to his teammates with the French chasers on the lookout and had no choice but to attempt a score which was easily saved.
Jonah frowned as he caught up to the French chasers just in time to see them score. He caught the quaffle thrown back into play as he raced back to the opposite hoops.
Jonah tried to follow the older French chaser but was too late. He grabbed the quaffle as it was thrown back into play and turned back to the other side of the pitch
Jonah evaded the bludgers flying about and the French chasers, focusing on the hoops in front of him. As soon as he was close to the hoops, he swerved sharply to the left, throwing the quaffle in without so much as slowing down before the keeper could block.
Jonah was up in the air, following after Oswald-senpai. He smiled a little when his teammate scored and now he was keeping an eye on the keeper to get the opportunity to steal the quaffle from the other team.
This was Jonah’s second game of the year and the last. It would have been nerve-wracking if he had the energy to care. As it was, he was dedicating most of it to a mantra of telling himself that he was going to be of use and score today. He gripped his broom tightly as he avoided looking at the...
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