- Messages
- 463
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 16 1/2 Inch Flexible Acacia Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 06/2048 (14)
Quidditch remained really the only thing left which Enoch did that he actually wanted to do, or it had been. He was sure he'd kept his position on the team, but he'd come out to practice and just...what was the point. His parents had wanted him to do a spot. He liked quidditch, but like most of the times in his life, it wasn't something he had picked for himself. It jut happened that he was good at it, and wanted to do it. He'd perhaps just had a bit of a day of it. He'd woken up way too early, his body clock waking him up at the time his brother had been waking him up at the rest of the time. Enoch had forgotten to do some of that really easy homework. he was out of reeds for his flute, he had an overdue book for the library and he had gone to write to his parents before remembering that there was no point, they were gone, had been for over a year now. So, he'd come to the pitch in the afternoon, hoping to blow off some steam, but he'd just sat on the ground of the pitch, broom at his feet, wondering a little if he should just quit.