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- OOC First Name
- Marijke
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- Half Blood
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- El
- Wand
- Curly 14 1/2 Inch Flexible Blackthorn Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 11/2040 (21)
Isaiah had so very badly wanted the cheers that had errupted from the crowd to be for Gryffindor but they hadn't been. They hadn't won. They still got second place and he knew that wasn't all that bad but he had been bold enough to have high hopes for this games which were now completely crushed. No big win. No leading Gryffindor to victory for the first time in more than a decade. No going out with a bang. Just utter disappointment. And while he liked to believe he was a good captain he felt like he had let his team down as well. He had wanted to support them, tell them it was alright, tell them how well they had done. Most importantly: tell them how proud he was of them and how much he had enjoyed being on their team. But he hadn't done any of that. Instead, he had been desperately trying to keep the disappointment of his face but failing at that as well. So he had ushered his team towards the dressing room and lingered on the pitch just a little longer himself. If only to cherish the past years of being on the pitch, of playing quidditch. He didn't think there's be much of that in the future.