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Whenever Jasper's father needed to be in Brightstone for whatever reason, Jasper begged and pleaded until he would take him along. He enjoyed being in the wizarding town, especially because Hogwarts was nearby and he could pretend he was just one of the students out on a Brightstone weekend. Or even better, one of the students who managed to sneak out and have adventures in Brightstone when he wasn't supposed to.
But he wasn't a student, and his dad's shopping trips weren't very interesting or adventurous. The man never seemed to need candy or prank items or even Quidditch figurines. And Jasper groaned audibly when it became apparent they were headed to Madam Malkin's. Jasper knew they weren't buying his school robes yet, and he also knew that was smart. He was growing quite a bit, and he hoped to be very tall when he started Hogwarts. After a bit of more pleading, he managed to get his dad to agree to leave him outside by himself. As long as he stayed in view of the store, at least. It didn't take the boy long to find something to entertain himself with. It never did. He found an old, forgotten ball behind some bushes, and he found an old brick that had broken into two pieces. Presumably when it fell off some old building here. Jasper used the two halves of the brick to make a little goal against a wall, then started kicking the ball at it. The ball wasn't in optimal condition, but it rolled which was the most important.
"Jasper's on the ball, he's approaching goal. He kicks and he- aww, he barely misses." He muttered as he attempted to score. It was definitely a bit more exciting with some commentary, even if he had to provide it himself. "But he's determined, he tries again and he..... SCORES!" Jasper threw up his arms to celebrate his victory. In reality, the ball hadn't exactly gone into the goal, it had instead hit one of the brick pieces. But in Jasper's mind, that counted. It was probably actually more difficult than just kicking it in between the two pieces anyway. So really, it should count double.
But he wasn't a student, and his dad's shopping trips weren't very interesting or adventurous. The man never seemed to need candy or prank items or even Quidditch figurines. And Jasper groaned audibly when it became apparent they were headed to Madam Malkin's. Jasper knew they weren't buying his school robes yet, and he also knew that was smart. He was growing quite a bit, and he hoped to be very tall when he started Hogwarts. After a bit of more pleading, he managed to get his dad to agree to leave him outside by himself. As long as he stayed in view of the store, at least. It didn't take the boy long to find something to entertain himself with. It never did. He found an old, forgotten ball behind some bushes, and he found an old brick that had broken into two pieces. Presumably when it fell off some old building here. Jasper used the two halves of the brick to make a little goal against a wall, then started kicking the ball at it. The ball wasn't in optimal condition, but it rolled which was the most important.
"Jasper's on the ball, he's approaching goal. He kicks and he- aww, he barely misses." He muttered as he attempted to score. It was definitely a bit more exciting with some commentary, even if he had to provide it himself. "But he's determined, he tries again and he..... SCORES!" Jasper threw up his arms to celebrate his victory. In reality, the ball hadn't exactly gone into the goal, it had instead hit one of the brick pieces. But in Jasper's mind, that counted. It was probably actually more difficult than just kicking it in between the two pieces anyway. So really, it should count double.