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- OOC First Name
- Marijke
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- Half Blood
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- Seeing Somebody
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- Sofia
- Wand
- Curly 14 Inch Flexible Rowan Wand with Boomslang venom Core
- Age
- 3/2032 (29)
Ever since he was a kid Leif had loved sports with his entire heart, as little as it might have been at the time. His father had often taken him to ice hockey games when his favourite team was playing and the boy had enjoyed every single minute of them. Plus he had gotten to spend a lot of time with his dad, which was always nice. Naturally when his parents deemed him old enough Leif had started to practice ice hockey himself, being more than determined to do good and make his parents proud. When his parents had told their kids they were going to move the thing that had broken the young boys heart most about leaving Norway was that he had to quit playing ice hockey. It had been one of the few things he got to do outside of the house and the only place where he had been able to make a couple of friends, even if he only got to see them at practice and games.
His sister had told him about Quidditch, but she seemed like she didn't fully understand the game herself, which was why Leif had made his way outside, hoping to find the pitch and see some of it himself. Noticing that it was quite busy with people who went to tryout for either one of the teams the boy decided to sit down on the grass of the great lawn and try if he could see something from there. He could have gone and sit in the stands, but the boy wasn't sure if that was allowed and he didn't want to bother anyone. Instead he sat in the sun, crossed his legs and watched the pitch from a distance.
<i></i>His sister had told him about Quidditch, but she seemed like she didn't fully understand the game herself, which was why Leif had made his way outside, hoping to find the pitch and see some of it himself. Noticing that it was quite busy with people who went to tryout for either one of the teams the boy decided to sit down on the grass of the great lawn and try if he could see something from there. He could have gone and sit in the stands, but the boy wasn't sure if that was allowed and he didn't want to bother anyone. Instead he sat in the sun, crossed his legs and watched the pitch from a distance.