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- OOC First Name
- Vicky
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- Mixed Blood
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- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Straight 9 Inch Sturdy Blackthorn Wand with Acromantula Web Core
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- 10/2051 (15)
It was a nice day out, so Miles had decided he was going to try and make the most of the nice weather and get in some extra Quidditch practice while he had the chance. Or, that had been the plan, but upon arriving at the pitch he had found that one of the other teams had scheduled a practice so he couldn't use it. So now, instead, he found himself in the courtyard, the enthusiasm had had when he had left the common room completely depleted. He'd still had the quaffle he'd brought down with him, which was now why he was laying on his back on one of the courtyard benched, trying to balance a spinning quaffle on the tip of his finger. Not really the practice he had in mind that morning, but it was the best he could do seeing as the pitch was booked up.
The trick was harder than it looked, the tip of his tongue poking out in concentration as he tried to balance the wobbling quaffle in front of his face. Which maybe wasn't the best idea as one second he was sure he had it, and the next the quaffle had fallen from his finger, smacked him right in the nose, and was now rolling halfway across the courtyard and into someone else's leg.
The trick was harder than it looked, the tip of his tongue poking out in concentration as he tried to balance the wobbling quaffle in front of his face. Which maybe wasn't the best idea as one second he was sure he had it, and the next the quaffle had fallen from his finger, smacked him right in the nose, and was now rolling halfway across the courtyard and into someone else's leg.



