- Messages
- 815
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Oak 15" Core of Veela hair
- Age
- 11/2004
Dietrich carried his black broom out to the Quidditch field, along with the box carrying the bludgers, quaffle, and snitch. He set the box down, and let out a sigh. He mounted his broom. His hands gripped the broom tightly, as he jumped high in the air. Dietrich smiled in delight when he was airborne, and flew close to the hoops. Dietrich murmured, "I have to be fast, and better than everyone hear to be a professional Quidditch player." The cold air whipped around his body.
For once, he was relieved that he even wore the usual Durmstrang coat. After warming up, he wouldn't need it anymore. The seventeen-year-old teen leaned forward, zipping past the goals, and around the pitch. Dietrich wished that the weather was warmer. Dietrich stared down at the ground, as he curved and realized that he had done two laps already. He took off his fur coat, used to the cold and threw it to the ground.
He flicked out his wand and pointed it at the box. It opened and released a bludger. Smirking, he raced around, dodging the thing. He soon frowned, as he had forgotten the bat! Dietrich shouted against the wind, "Accio bat!" It wasn't long before a bat came flying at him. He reached out and caught it. He stood up on his broom, maneuvered it as he took a swing at the bludger. It crashed against the bat, and flew in the opposite direction. Dietrich rubbed his arm, which held the bat, "I am so not a beater."
For once, he was relieved that he even wore the usual Durmstrang coat. After warming up, he wouldn't need it anymore. The seventeen-year-old teen leaned forward, zipping past the goals, and around the pitch. Dietrich wished that the weather was warmer. Dietrich stared down at the ground, as he curved and realized that he had done two laps already. He took off his fur coat, used to the cold and threw it to the ground.
He flicked out his wand and pointed it at the box. It opened and released a bludger. Smirking, he raced around, dodging the thing. He soon frowned, as he had forgotten the bat! Dietrich shouted against the wind, "Accio bat!" It wasn't long before a bat came flying at him. He reached out and caught it. He stood up on his broom, maneuvered it as he took a swing at the bludger. It crashed against the bat, and flew in the opposite direction. Dietrich rubbed his arm, which held the bat, "I am so not a beater."