Donald Westwood
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- Cherry Wand 12 1/2 Essence of Wood Rose
Donald sat out in the courtyard reading a book on the History of Quidditch New Zealand. The 12 year old boy loved quidditch, it was his favourite sport (well, that and a muggle support called rugby) and he enjoyed learning everything he could about it. The Ravenclaw boy was still trying to figure out which domestic New Zealand quidditch team he was going to support. Back in Wales he backed the Caerphilly Catapults, but in New Zealand he wasn't sure.
There were so many to choose from, and they all seemed so interesting and all had their own unique histories and styles of play. Although Don couldn't decided which quidditch team to back here, he had seen a couple of games and he did love reading about the sport. Indeed reading about quidditch combined two of his most favourite things.
The 2nd year wondered if he would ever play quidditch professionally, if he had the opportunity too, he would certainly love to do that. However it was a tough sport to get a part off and not everyone had the talent to go professional. Donald knew that, if he was to go down this route, that the hard work and practice would have to start now, but did he really have the time to commit to quidditch while studying? The 12 year old didn't know. His studies were important, but so was quidditch.
Don pondered about this as he absent-mindedly got up from his seat and wondered back towards his dorm, leaving his school bag by where he had been sitting. The bag was full of extremely important stuff, like school work... book...parchments... quills. Oh..and it had some of his money in as well.
There were so many to choose from, and they all seemed so interesting and all had their own unique histories and styles of play. Although Don couldn't decided which quidditch team to back here, he had seen a couple of games and he did love reading about the sport. Indeed reading about quidditch combined two of his most favourite things.
The 2nd year wondered if he would ever play quidditch professionally, if he had the opportunity too, he would certainly love to do that. However it was a tough sport to get a part off and not everyone had the talent to go professional. Donald knew that, if he was to go down this route, that the hard work and practice would have to start now, but did he really have the time to commit to quidditch while studying? The 12 year old didn't know. His studies were important, but so was quidditch.
Don pondered about this as he absent-mindedly got up from his seat and wondered back towards his dorm, leaving his school bag by where he had been sitting. The bag was full of extremely important stuff, like school work... book...parchments... quills. Oh..and it had some of his money in as well.