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- OOC First Name
- Anna
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Straight 16 1/2 Inch Rigid Blackthorn Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 31
Since becoming captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, anything Flavio did that involved flying was done under the guise of practicing to ensure himself as well as everyone around him that he was deserving of the role. It was a worry of his that if he did anything but show dedication and commitment to the team and all he had earned it would all be taken away, a difficult insecurity to balance between keeping his grades as impressive as they were and one that left him little time to spare for the things he did enjoy. Luckily, flying, no matter the extra pressure Flavio felt to play well in quidditch games and prove his worth was still somewhat enjoyable for him and a way to let off steam after a long day, which was especially important recently when his days were taken up with studying. An added benefit to this was the opportunity Flavio had to practice with Marcos, their positions of keeper and chaser on their teams respectively allowing both of them to hone their skills while alternately spending time together; something Flavio was sure would be impossible otherwise considering his schedule.
Being able to practice, spend time with his brother, and prove to everyone that he was able to be a good captain without letting his other commitments get in the way was the perfect combination for Flavio, really. As he flew around the quidditch pitch that afternoon, repeatedly attempting to get a goal past his brother he found himself beginning to feel content rather than restless for the first time in a while. A feeling he wanted to cherish while he could. Flavio was not keeping count of the amount of times he had thrown the quaffle towards the hoops but he had begun to feel his arms strain a little from the exertion. Though he tried to work past that as he threw the quaffle again, watching with amusement as it was saved. A smile appeared on his face as he flew to where Marcos was hovering. "I'm getting tired if you couldn't tell." He said, holding his hands out so his brother could hand the quaffle over. "Do you want to practice for a few more minutes, then call it a day?" Flavio was clearly losing his game the more their practice dragged on, but he didn't want that to keep Marcos from practicing if the other boy was still eager to continue.
<i></i>Being able to practice, spend time with his brother, and prove to everyone that he was able to be a good captain without letting his other commitments get in the way was the perfect combination for Flavio, really. As he flew around the quidditch pitch that afternoon, repeatedly attempting to get a goal past his brother he found himself beginning to feel content rather than restless for the first time in a while. A feeling he wanted to cherish while he could. Flavio was not keeping count of the amount of times he had thrown the quaffle towards the hoops but he had begun to feel his arms strain a little from the exertion. Though he tried to work past that as he threw the quaffle again, watching with amusement as it was saved. A smile appeared on his face as he flew to where Marcos was hovering. "I'm getting tired if you couldn't tell." He said, holding his hands out so his brother could hand the quaffle over. "Do you want to practice for a few more minutes, then call it a day?" Flavio was clearly losing his game the more their practice dragged on, but he didn't want that to keep Marcos from practicing if the other boy was still eager to continue.