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Rory had not been happy with his performance in quidditch and had thus taken to spending more and more time practicing. He spent more time than ever on the pitch. After all, he didnt want to be the one of his family to not be good at this sport, to be the one that failed to make a team once having left school. Rory would have no intention of joining any team upon leaving school, but he felt like it would just be rude if he wasnt even invited to try out for one. However, that was still a long way away, and he had all the time in the world to practice, improve for the point where he would be old enough to join a team after school, or just be invited to try out for one. He was flying around, gripping one of the practice quaffles about, aiming and throwing as much as he could. With no one in goals it was a little difficult to aim right, but he was still trying his best. The slytheirn knew that with time he would get better and better and eventually he would definitely hit more and more of them on target. Of course practicing like this usually removed the keeper aspect, but he knew the first task was being more on target and the second was avoiding someone catching it.
The problem was that Rory grew fairly bored of what he was doing, practicing was all fine and well, but he would eventually grow bored of it, and he always did. The boy was aiming and flying, aiming and flying, flying and aiming, just repetitive. He noticed someone come on to the pitch and in that didnt give a damn who it was but flew down, if only get a closer look at the person, and noticed with a smile gracing his features, that he did know who it was. Flavio! he greeted loudly, as he flew next to him, What brings ye oot here? the slytherin could imagine that his ravenclaw friend was also out to practice on the pitch, maybe they could practice together. Despite what everyone said about it, Rory still considered Flavio to be his closest friends, he liked him a lot, and he hd stopped using him for homework, so Rory was sure that Flavio would like him more now and stop listening to absurd whisperings of the pesky hufflepuffs.
The problem was that Rory grew fairly bored of what he was doing, practicing was all fine and well, but he would eventually grow bored of it, and he always did. The boy was aiming and flying, aiming and flying, flying and aiming, just repetitive. He noticed someone come on to the pitch and in that didnt give a damn who it was but flew down, if only get a closer look at the person, and noticed with a smile gracing his features, that he did know who it was. Flavio! he greeted loudly, as he flew next to him, What brings ye oot here? the slytherin could imagine that his ravenclaw friend was also out to practice on the pitch, maybe they could practice together. Despite what everyone said about it, Rory still considered Flavio to be his closest friends, he liked him a lot, and he hd stopped using him for homework, so Rory was sure that Flavio would like him more now and stop listening to absurd whisperings of the pesky hufflepuffs.