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- Emzies
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- Wand
- Curved 14 1/2" Rigid Larch Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
- Age
- 3/2029 (32)
Ares had been wandering around the school for a good few days, ever since arriving at the school, and he was always happy to spend his nights with Xavier talking about the days they'd both had, it was good he thought that he was able to sit with his brother and they could talk about what they'd been doing with such ease, he loved Xavier so much and was so glad they were together. He knew they didn't always hang out, and Ares always wandered off following a line of thought almost too literally at some points but he was glad to be able to sit at night and listen to his brother. The mornings for breakfast, Ares always waited until Isaiah before sitting down with him. It was just a little ritual he was sure that would continue but it meant that by the time it was just after breakfast, Ares was so filled with joy and energy that he knew it was time for the only thing he could do that day.
Thus, the young Hufflepuff found himself on the pitch, having heard the fact that hufflepuff had won the cup last year and beat the professors, the young boy wanted nothing more than to be a part of the team, so he had decided to come to the pitch and get some practice in, without Isaiah, just to be able to see how good he was so far. The young hufflepuff walked around the pitch with a smile, a borrowed broom in hand, and his mind creating the loud crowd around him, the players above him, calling him up to play, he could see the referee, see the quaffle, the bludgers and the snitch, he could see them all. Ares just spun on the spot as he took everything in, he could just imagine himself being the one to help catch the snitch, being the one to help them win the cup and feel the roar of the crowd when he did. The boy spun so much on the spot that eventually he grew so dizzy he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground.
Thus, the young Hufflepuff found himself on the pitch, having heard the fact that hufflepuff had won the cup last year and beat the professors, the young boy wanted nothing more than to be a part of the team, so he had decided to come to the pitch and get some practice in, without Isaiah, just to be able to see how good he was so far. The young hufflepuff walked around the pitch with a smile, a borrowed broom in hand, and his mind creating the loud crowd around him, the players above him, calling him up to play, he could see the referee, see the quaffle, the bludgers and the snitch, he could see them all. Ares just spun on the spot as he took everything in, he could just imagine himself being the one to help catch the snitch, being the one to help them win the cup and feel the roar of the crowd when he did. The boy spun so much on the spot that eventually he grew so dizzy he tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground.