- Messages
- 666
- OOC First Name
- Emzies
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Wand
- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 10/2022 (39)
Graeme had loved quidditch from the first time he had ever played the sport, the first time he'd even gotten on a broom, it was just that feeling of absolute belonging and the then tween had felt like this was his drive. At seventeen, and captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, the teen was just over the world with it all. He loved practicing, he loved the games, he loved leading the players, and he loved the feeling of winning, and having won the last two games, Graeme was just over the moon with it. He felt like that was the best achievement of the year and even if they won nothing beyond that the teen would be happy, because he'd won two games in a row. There were no more games in this semester, the rest would be in the next and the Hufflepuff captain had taken a few days of rest, time to do some of his own school work, time to study for his exams, but the teen didn't slack off that much. When he left school Graeme knew what he wanted to do, and unsurprisingly it was play quidditch professionally, he knew what team he wanted to play for and he knew that he needed to also try for his national team.
This was why despite the exams being quickly incoming, the teen had his broom in his hand and his quidditch gear in the other one, the teen was wearing his sports gear, with his Scotland quidditch t-shirt. The sun was shining brightly down on him, and he was sweating lightly, having finished a light twenty minute jog around the quidditch pitch and he took a long drink of water as he looked out on to the pitch, he was planning on giving his broom a once over before beginning to fly around the pitch, and get some target practice in. He was borrowing a quaffle and had his wand so that he could summon the ball back when he needed it. But the hufflepuff captain, onced over his broom, and then with the quaffle under his arm shot up into the air. He held the quaffle tightly as he did a few laps around the pitch, before just settling on target practicing, aiming the quaffle at various distances at the hoops and seeing if he could get them in. The teen worked hard to be good at the game that he loved and it was why he was filled with such pride over the teams two victories.
This was why despite the exams being quickly incoming, the teen had his broom in his hand and his quidditch gear in the other one, the teen was wearing his sports gear, with his Scotland quidditch t-shirt. The sun was shining brightly down on him, and he was sweating lightly, having finished a light twenty minute jog around the quidditch pitch and he took a long drink of water as he looked out on to the pitch, he was planning on giving his broom a once over before beginning to fly around the pitch, and get some target practice in. He was borrowing a quaffle and had his wand so that he could summon the ball back when he needed it. But the hufflepuff captain, onced over his broom, and then with the quaffle under his arm shot up into the air. He held the quaffle tightly as he did a few laps around the pitch, before just settling on target practicing, aiming the quaffle at various distances at the hoops and seeing if he could get them in. The teen worked hard to be good at the game that he loved and it was why he was filled with such pride over the teams two victories.