- Messages
- 129
- OOC First Name
- Charlie
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curly 17 1/2 Inch Sturdy Yew Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 2/2043 (17)
Ever since seeing his first Quidditch game, Malik had been just a little enchanted with the whole thing. It seemed like fun and he was almost considering trying it out for himself. Of course, the problem with that was he had never flown a broom before. He'd been homeschooled and it was not as though his father could teach him. His father was over eleven feet tall and couldn't properly sit on a broom. But Malik still had a chance. He might be tall, but he was sure he could still fly if he wanted to and he might not get the chance again in the future. After all, he had no idea how tall he was eventually going to be. So, while he still had the opportunity, he was going to take it. The only problem was finding someone to teach him. Which was why he was now awkwardly loitering around the edge of the Quidditch pitch hoping someone might come along he could ask. He thankfully didn't have to wait very long, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone. "Excuse me," he was quick to call out, "You are on the Quidditch team, yes? I remember seeing you on the bench during the last game."