Bruin Dumbledez
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It was the final weekend before exams and Bruin was finished with studying. In fact, he was finished with just about everything school related at the moment feeling more tired and unsure of stuff than ever before. To clear his head, Bruin had decided to throw on some comfortable muggle clothes and head down to the pitch with his knapsack and broom, unsure of whether he'd read under a tree in the warm sunshine after a quick flight around the pitch.
Bruin had entered his fourth year feeling on top of the world with success in school, a promising Quidditch team, a strong core group of friends, and a wealth of young and enthusiastic Gryffindors to help his house recapture the House Cup. Unfortunately, the year hadn't exactly gone as planned. Lessons had still gone alright, but some of them had seemed a bit of a chore and he'd had to work harder than ever while trying to get used to a new wand that still didn't exactly feel right despite its obvious power. Similarly, Gryffindor had risen to the challenge and appeared poised to be the first house to win a second House Championship, but even this didn't really seem to raise Bruin's spirits. It was the rest of the year's happening that were weighing on him
Bruin looked around the empty Quidditch Pitch and sighed. This should have been the place where his Gryffindor team showed their skills against the other houses. His team had worked hard at developing their individual talents and teamwork, but had found no competition from the other houses with which to test themselves and ultimately, the season came and went without a game being arranged. Bruin hoped that his teammates didn't lose their enthusiasm for the sport and that something could be done to establish a proper league next year.
As for next year, Bruin wondered what friends would remain at the school and how many would fail to return as had happened in other years. Bruin snorted a little at the thought of friends, wondering just how many he actually had after his fight at the Yule Ball and the virtual dissolution of the Brotherhood. Lots of people seemed comfortable talking to Bruin and he knew that there were lots of good people around, but he seemed to spend so much time on lessons and trying to solve the silly little problems that he got himself into that he rarely had time for fun with friends anymore. Maybe next year would be different he lamented as he tossed his knapsack on the ground and prepared to mount his broom.
As he did so, Bruin felt something in the pocket of his jeans and withdrew an envelope with familiar writing on it. The letter from Sophia that he had received the night in the owlery when he first began trying to deal with his wart problem lay unopened in his hand. He had promised Sophia that he would read it and reply, but here it was almost two weeks later and he hadn't even read it yet. Some friend I am, he thought to himself as he sat down on the grass and began to read.
Bruin stared at the letter for a few moments and then re-read it a second time to be certain of what it had said. It appeared that Sophia wasn't mad at him, but simply confused as to how and be a friend to Bruin and a girlfriend to Ford. It was true that it hadn't worked out well before and Bruin found himself thinking on what he could do to be a better friend to both Sophia and Ford. The past few months had not been fun, practically ignoring each other at every turn and Bruin knew that things would have to improve in this and other areas or there would be really no point in him returning to school. He tucked the note into his bag and jumped on his broom, hoping that some time flying would provide him with some inspiration into how to clear the air.[/color]
Bruin had entered his fourth year feeling on top of the world with success in school, a promising Quidditch team, a strong core group of friends, and a wealth of young and enthusiastic Gryffindors to help his house recapture the House Cup. Unfortunately, the year hadn't exactly gone as planned. Lessons had still gone alright, but some of them had seemed a bit of a chore and he'd had to work harder than ever while trying to get used to a new wand that still didn't exactly feel right despite its obvious power. Similarly, Gryffindor had risen to the challenge and appeared poised to be the first house to win a second House Championship, but even this didn't really seem to raise Bruin's spirits. It was the rest of the year's happening that were weighing on him
Bruin looked around the empty Quidditch Pitch and sighed. This should have been the place where his Gryffindor team showed their skills against the other houses. His team had worked hard at developing their individual talents and teamwork, but had found no competition from the other houses with which to test themselves and ultimately, the season came and went without a game being arranged. Bruin hoped that his teammates didn't lose their enthusiasm for the sport and that something could be done to establish a proper league next year.
As for next year, Bruin wondered what friends would remain at the school and how many would fail to return as had happened in other years. Bruin snorted a little at the thought of friends, wondering just how many he actually had after his fight at the Yule Ball and the virtual dissolution of the Brotherhood. Lots of people seemed comfortable talking to Bruin and he knew that there were lots of good people around, but he seemed to spend so much time on lessons and trying to solve the silly little problems that he got himself into that he rarely had time for fun with friends anymore. Maybe next year would be different he lamented as he tossed his knapsack on the ground and prepared to mount his broom.
As he did so, Bruin felt something in the pocket of his jeans and withdrew an envelope with familiar writing on it. The letter from Sophia that he had received the night in the owlery when he first began trying to deal with his wart problem lay unopened in his hand. He had promised Sophia that he would read it and reply, but here it was almost two weeks later and he hadn't even read it yet. Some friend I am, he thought to himself as he sat down on the grass and began to read.
Bruin stared at the letter for a few moments and then re-read it a second time to be certain of what it had said. It appeared that Sophia wasn't mad at him, but simply confused as to how and be a friend to Bruin and a girlfriend to Ford. It was true that it hadn't worked out well before and Bruin found himself thinking on what he could do to be a better friend to both Sophia and Ford. The past few months had not been fun, practically ignoring each other at every turn and Bruin knew that things would have to improve in this and other areas or there would be really no point in him returning to school. He tucked the note into his bag and jumped on his broom, hoping that some time flying would provide him with some inspiration into how to clear the air.[/color]