Grant Willis
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Grant made his was out on to the Quidditch pitch, humming happily to himself, his sisters old Firebolt clutched in his right hand. She'd promised she'd let him borrow it and she, of course, hadn't let him down. Grant had been eager to fly since arriving at Hogwarts New Zealand and they'd had there first lesson that morning, but after the build up they'd all been left disappointed as they hadn't gotten so much as a foot of the ground! Grant already knew how to fly, his father had taught him at the age of eight and him, his dad and Mandy took advantage of there vast, secluded garden on a regular basis. The only downfall to having such a small family was that it made quidditch impossible. The young boy loved to watch the sport and was very eager to play, he was looking forward to his second year when he'd be able to try out for the house team. He was actually hoping he'd get the chance to play some casual, mess about games soon. Maybe some of the other first years' would be up for it, so they could get to know the game and rules better and get in to the swing of things, then when try outs came they'd all have had a little practice.
It was a cool, cloudless night with a light breeze and Grant mounted the Firebolt and kicked off hard from the ground, soaring upwards. Grinning at the feeling of freedom and the wind on his face, he set off for a few laps around the pitch.
He would need to send his father a letter in the morning, let him know how he was getting on, that he was loving life at Hogwarts, as he'd known he would! He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of the circumstances under which he found himself attending the school in the first place. Had it not been for his fathers recent cancer diagnosis, he would be getting home schooled, as his father had intended and Mandy had been for the past four years. He felt bad for his sister, he knew she was having a hard time adjusting and getting used to the place, he thought it was probably mostly to do with her having no desire to be there at all. He knew the only reason she'd come in the first place, against her will, was because she didn't want to hurt there dad and cause him stress by refusing. He really wanted his sister to open up a little to the school, he was sure if she let it in she'd enjoy it as much as he was. Unlike his sister, Grant's a positive thinker and believes his father stands every chance in the battle against cancer, though even the professionals have said otherwise.
Leaning low on the broom, Grant picked up speed, headed for one of the large goal posts and going straight through it. Grant Willis, the human quaffle! He thought, laughing to himself as he continued on with his laps of the pitch, soaring upwards and then dropping a little, zig-zagging and loop-the-looping. How he loved flying, though it'd be nice to have some company.
It was a cool, cloudless night with a light breeze and Grant mounted the Firebolt and kicked off hard from the ground, soaring upwards. Grinning at the feeling of freedom and the wind on his face, he set off for a few laps around the pitch.
He would need to send his father a letter in the morning, let him know how he was getting on, that he was loving life at Hogwarts, as he'd known he would! He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of the circumstances under which he found himself attending the school in the first place. Had it not been for his fathers recent cancer diagnosis, he would be getting home schooled, as his father had intended and Mandy had been for the past four years. He felt bad for his sister, he knew she was having a hard time adjusting and getting used to the place, he thought it was probably mostly to do with her having no desire to be there at all. He knew the only reason she'd come in the first place, against her will, was because she didn't want to hurt there dad and cause him stress by refusing. He really wanted his sister to open up a little to the school, he was sure if she let it in she'd enjoy it as much as he was. Unlike his sister, Grant's a positive thinker and believes his father stands every chance in the battle against cancer, though even the professionals have said otherwise.
Leaning low on the broom, Grant picked up speed, headed for one of the large goal posts and going straight through it. Grant Willis, the human quaffle! He thought, laughing to himself as he continued on with his laps of the pitch, soaring upwards and then dropping a little, zig-zagging and loop-the-looping. How he loved flying, though it'd be nice to have some company.