- Messages
- 1,844
- OOC First Name
- Mia
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Cas, Gay
- Wand
- Curly 12.5" Flexible Chestnut with Mermaid Scale Core
- Age
- 23 (05/2039)
((Open to the hufflepuff team after Sofija posts with @Blair Bianchi))
The training was over and linden watched the other players land and make their way to the changing rooms. he couldn't believe how poorly the training had gone and how much of an ass Connor had been. what really was the point of training if they didn't get the chance to improve. not just each player getting better at throwing a ball but learning new skills and learning what you were doing wrong. he couldn't believe that Connor wanted him to just sit still, look pretty, and catch the odd ball. he sighed as he walked up towards the castle. he certainly wasn't going to face the changing room with the tension and disapproval as chocking as the lynx in the air. but he didn't want to go back into the castle yet either. he wanted someone to tell him that he was right. that Connor was out of line. he wanted Lucas, but he didn't want to make his boyfriend choose between him and Connor as it had taken long enough for the two of them to resolve their friendships and he didn't want to be the boy who spoiled that. or maybe that is exactly what he was, and Connor was being mean to him exactly because he was now dating Lucas, and he was a threat. however he could be a threat to Connor seemed laughable, the seventh year was bigger than him, smarter than him stronger than him, and well-liked by people. He flopped onto the grass on the slight hill next to the base of one of the towers. from here he could see the path to the quidditch pits and those who were coming out. he rubbed at his face the skin around his eyes stinging with annoyance before he picked a long bit of grass and started ripping it up in frustration.
The training was over and linden watched the other players land and make their way to the changing rooms. he couldn't believe how poorly the training had gone and how much of an ass Connor had been. what really was the point of training if they didn't get the chance to improve. not just each player getting better at throwing a ball but learning new skills and learning what you were doing wrong. he couldn't believe that Connor wanted him to just sit still, look pretty, and catch the odd ball. he sighed as he walked up towards the castle. he certainly wasn't going to face the changing room with the tension and disapproval as chocking as the lynx in the air. but he didn't want to go back into the castle yet either. he wanted someone to tell him that he was right. that Connor was out of line. he wanted Lucas, but he didn't want to make his boyfriend choose between him and Connor as it had taken long enough for the two of them to resolve their friendships and he didn't want to be the boy who spoiled that. or maybe that is exactly what he was, and Connor was being mean to him exactly because he was now dating Lucas, and he was a threat. however he could be a threat to Connor seemed laughable, the seventh year was bigger than him, smarter than him stronger than him, and well-liked by people. He flopped onto the grass on the slight hill next to the base of one of the towers. from here he could see the path to the quidditch pits and those who were coming out. he rubbed at his face the skin around his eyes stinging with annoyance before he picked a long bit of grass and started ripping it up in frustration.