- Messages
- 77
- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Wand
- Knotted 13 Inch Rigid Silver lime Wand with Demiguise Hair Core
The Quidditch pitch was swarmed with ambitious students who wanted to test their flying skills a few days before the official tryouts. JT was practicing alone, away from the rest of them, using a single bludger that he was striking with a borrowed bat. He made sure he was far enough from the rest of the bunch for safety reasons but also because he preferred loneliness most of the time. He refused for some reason to try for the Gryffindor team. He knew he could be proved as a worthy beater for his house but at that special day, he never showed up for the tryouts. There were sometimes that brave thoughts were actually flooding his brain. Such us he could prove he was worthy and he could function well as a member of a team. Unfortunately, his lack of confidence was just enough to prevent him from engaging in many activities that he liked, such as Quidditch.
For a moment he was drawn by his own thoughts of how nice it would be to play at an official match. He let a sigh as he was hovering few meters above the ground, lost in thought. The distinctive grumbling a bludger was emanating reached his ears and he snapped out of his insecure thoughts. He raised his bat and swang as hard as he could. Iron clanged against wood. The muscles of his wand arm stiffened as he felt the pressure but it all went away when the bludger was hurled away. JT knew that his arm was going to be sore the next day after so many strikes and three months away from the pitch. He darted after the bludger, leaning over his broomstick to
outrace the iron ball and strike it again in order to change its course away from rest of the crowd.
For a moment he was drawn by his own thoughts of how nice it would be to play at an official match. He let a sigh as he was hovering few meters above the ground, lost in thought. The distinctive grumbling a bludger was emanating reached his ears and he snapped out of his insecure thoughts. He raised his bat and swang as hard as he could. Iron clanged against wood. The muscles of his wand arm stiffened as he felt the pressure but it all went away when the bludger was hurled away. JT knew that his arm was going to be sore the next day after so many strikes and three months away from the pitch. He darted after the bludger, leaning over his broomstick to
outrace the iron ball and strike it again in order to change its course away from rest of the crowd.