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Lysander was still disappointed his team hadn't won their final match of the year, after all the work he'd put into trying to hinder Leda before she could catch the snitch. He'd been so sure that Gryffindor would win this year, though the more he thought about it, the more he wondered if the outcome had already been predicted. Zelda had read his tarot and told him winning wasn't everything, and that he'd face some conflict in his competition. That Jasper boy had been a jerk to him right after the match. She'd also said he needed to know when to apologise, but he didn't think he'd been in the wrong by talking to Leda after the game. Jasper should have been the one apologising to him, not the other way around. The loss aside, it had still been a fun game, and he was more motivated than ever to get even more practice in so that he could do better next time. He'd offered to help Emma practice early in the year, and after her Valentines rose had reminded him of the fact, he figured now was the best time to get it started. He really wanted to see her join him on the team so he'd have another friend to rely on, though the longer the year went on, the more he considered his current teammates to be his friends, too.
Having invited Emma and Ajaccio to the pitch, since he'd also offered to help the latter see if Quidditch was for him, and thought it would be more fun with more friends, Lysander sat waiting on the lawn, surrounded by a couple of school-issued brooms, and a trunk of Quidditch balls to practice with, that he'd been lucky enough to borrow. A half-eaten bag of jelly slugs lay in his lap, which he'd been trying to quickly get through before the others arrived and took all of the good colours. This was going to be a lot of fun, and he was looking forward to teaching other people how to be good at something he thought himself to be pretty awesome at. Leda had even said he was a good beater, and that last match had proved it. He'd done the best out of all the beaters, including Jacob, so that meant that he had to be good. He made a note to send an owl to Kida, and thank her for her tips and help during the holidays.
@Emma van Houten @Ajaccio Skey
Having invited Emma and Ajaccio to the pitch, since he'd also offered to help the latter see if Quidditch was for him, and thought it would be more fun with more friends, Lysander sat waiting on the lawn, surrounded by a couple of school-issued brooms, and a trunk of Quidditch balls to practice with, that he'd been lucky enough to borrow. A half-eaten bag of jelly slugs lay in his lap, which he'd been trying to quickly get through before the others arrived and took all of the good colours. This was going to be a lot of fun, and he was looking forward to teaching other people how to be good at something he thought himself to be pretty awesome at. Leda had even said he was a good beater, and that last match had proved it. He'd done the best out of all the beaters, including Jacob, so that meant that he had to be good. He made a note to send an owl to Kida, and thank her for her tips and help during the holidays.
@Emma van Houten @Ajaccio Skey