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- 06/51 (12)
Four duels and nothing to show of it. Eoghan had been sweating with exhaustion by the time the tournament was over for him. Sure, he'd managed to come third place, but it wasn't first. He'd come back down to the dueling chamber a few days later, if not just to help him push him in a direction. This year he'd done everything he could to put himself out there, socialise and meet new people, expand his horizons beyond just homework, and yet it still didn't feel right. It wasn't that it had made him uncomfortable, but more that he felt as though he was needing to become someone he wasn't if it meant he could be part of a group. With his third year on the horizon, Eoghan wasn't sure if he had it in him to keep pushing himself to fit in, especially if he wasn't going to reap the rewards at the end of it.
It wasn't often that the Ravenclaw was angry, and if he was, that anger was buried deep down inside so that it never got to see the light of day. The only indication that something may have been wrong, was the way the blonde was now frowning at the dummies as he pondered over some decisions. He wouldn't regret being involved, but whether he was on the right path was another question entirely.
It wasn't often that the Ravenclaw was angry, and if he was, that anger was buried deep down inside so that it never got to see the light of day. The only indication that something may have been wrong, was the way the blonde was now frowning at the dummies as he pondered over some decisions. He wouldn't regret being involved, but whether he was on the right path was another question entirely.