quidditch y45

The brisk wind in Rāwhiti's hair felt good as he waited for his team to assemble on the pitch. It was breezy but not gusting, chilly but not frigid; good weather for a practice. He greeted his teammates as they arrived, grinning with pride in his newfound position. Once the team was...

Rāwhiti felt almost like he was going to burst with pride, standing on the pitch with his Firebolt in his hand and his shiny new captain's badge gleaming on his Quidditch uniform. He had been envisioning this moment for what felt like his whole life; Gryffindor captain, ready to guide his team...