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- 06/2043 (18)
With the practice over and a game looming, Leonardo couldn't bring himself to leave the pitch. He'd played well in his opinion, not perfect, but he was averaging about a 50% success rate when he attempted to score. Leo was pretty proud of the fact he felt he was visibly improving with each year, and quidditch was turning out to be something he really enjoyed. Something he wasn't necessarily passionate about but certainly if he had to pick one thing, only one, to continue at school, it wouldn't be his classes it would this sport. But for some reason, despite how he'd played and how he felt he was improving, Leonardo couldn't find himself to be happy. He couldn't even find it in himself to feel joy and smile to himself about how he'd done. His mind went to all the ways in which he had not done well, all the times he'd missed, the times he'd been hit with a bludger. His mind focused on that rather than on his successes.
The rest of the team he was sure had gone inside, seeking out bruising paste, showers, and food, but Leonardo had gotten changed and just come out to the stands. The air was cold, there was a little wind, and the sky was darkening with thick dark grey clouds. It probably meant it would rain soon. Leonardo was looking out at the pitch, he was thinking about Jordie and James, how easily they had joked with each other, how easily they had laughed, how easily they had smiled. Everything about Jordie and James was foreign to Leo, in the sense that he had never experienced family in that way. Quidditch was something that in theory made him happy, he liked it, always came back to it….and yet as Leonardo sat thinking about it, about how he liked it, couldn't even smile a fraction without it being forced.
The rest of the team he was sure had gone inside, seeking out bruising paste, showers, and food, but Leonardo had gotten changed and just come out to the stands. The air was cold, there was a little wind, and the sky was darkening with thick dark grey clouds. It probably meant it would rain soon. Leonardo was looking out at the pitch, he was thinking about Jordie and James, how easily they had joked with each other, how easily they had laughed, how easily they had smiled. Everything about Jordie and James was foreign to Leo, in the sense that he had never experienced family in that way. Quidditch was something that in theory made him happy, he liked it, always came back to it….and yet as Leonardo sat thinking about it, about how he liked it, couldn't even smile a fraction without it being forced.