- Messages
- 296
- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 09/2050
Jonah didn't know how to feel after the loss against Bowtons - the French school. He knew it wasn't his fault; seekers could end the game with a catch of the snitch, and the only way for him - a chaser - to win against an opposing seeker was to score goals enough for a 150-point gap. Even in Professional Quidditch Leagues, that gap created by chasers was rare. Making it happen in a school game would have been next to impossible - mostly because he doubted the professors would actually let a game last long enough for that kind of gap to be made. The six goals made this game alone felt so long, and there hadn't even been a gap between the chasers. He knew all that, which was why he didn't know how to feel. Or if he should feel anything at all. He had seen the expressions on his teammates' faces when the game had ended, while all Jonah felt was a fleeting second of disappointment before it was gone into the usual fluctuation of emptiness and anxiety that now surrounded him every moment of every day except for when he was up in the air. Not that being up in the air was any better. There was only the constant frustration and yells of "again, again, again," and "be better, do better, not good enough" circling his brain. At least, there was still the fleeting rush of adrenaline in his body whenever he scored. Even if it was only for a second or two. As soon as he could, he snuck away from his teammates and tried to find a place where he could just... figure things out. But there were so many people coming down the stands as well that all he could do was hide underneath it. It wasn't the most comfortable place. Nor did Jonah want to be here of all places. But it was better than nothing because at least here he didn't have to deal with people.