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Fraser had been disappointed once more. He hadn't made the team, and really he'd thought he'd made the best strides to making it this time around. He was faster and better than ever before. But it just...was not good enough. He knew it was a competitive team, and that three older students, including his friend Senna, had all tried out. Fraser had hoped maybe he'd just manage to squeeze in, but he hadn't. Fraser was happy for Senna at least, she was older, and had a passion for quidditch as much as he did, it just didn't stop him also feeling jealous of her and others, and frustrated with his lack of success. All he wanted was to play quidditch, all he wanted was to show that he could do it, and that he would be worthy of one day doing like his dad and joining a professional team.
Fraser had come to the pitch anyway, there were no teams currently practicing and he had his broom, the same second hand one from his father that he always used. He just wanted to play. To play with others instead of having to practice on his own, or practice with one other person. He liked just flying around, he liked just tossing a quaffle around with others, but he just, wanted to finally play properly, on a proper team. Fraser got on his broom and hovered in the centre of the pitch, a quaffle was in his lap and he sighed to himself. He'd have to try again the following year, and find something else to do in the meantime.
Fraser had come to the pitch anyway, there were no teams currently practicing and he had his broom, the same second hand one from his father that he always used. He just wanted to play. To play with others instead of having to practice on his own, or practice with one other person. He liked just flying around, he liked just tossing a quaffle around with others, but he just, wanted to finally play properly, on a proper team. Fraser got on his broom and hovered in the centre of the pitch, a quaffle was in his lap and he sighed to himself. He'd have to try again the following year, and find something else to do in the meantime.