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*takes place during the international match between Hogwarts versus Beauxbatons
Asaiah was sad that he couldn't be in the stands to cheer for both Jessica and Tesla but had figured out a way to still watch the game a couple of weeks ago whilst writing to Jessica. He ran up the stairs towards the Owlery the moment Beauxbatons arrived at Hogwarts so he could look around for the best spot to watch the match. He had invited both his friends to come and watch the international match with him, though didn't know of either of them would actually join him because he'd sent them a note instead of asking them in person. So, without waiting for his friends to show up, Asaiah grabbed his pair of Omnioculars given to him as a birthday present for his twelfth birthday and leant his elbows on the windowsill, watching the Quidditch pitch through the Omnioculars, adjusting it so it would be on default settings again. The fifteen-year-old, even though no one could hear him from up here, cheered loudly when he saw his friends walking onto the field, keeping his Omnioculars locked on Jessica for a minute or two, wishing he could be there with her instead of all the way up here.
Asaiah was sad that he couldn't be in the stands to cheer for both Jessica and Tesla but had figured out a way to still watch the game a couple of weeks ago whilst writing to Jessica. He ran up the stairs towards the Owlery the moment Beauxbatons arrived at Hogwarts so he could look around for the best spot to watch the match. He had invited both his friends to come and watch the international match with him, though didn't know of either of them would actually join him because he'd sent them a note instead of asking them in person. So, without waiting for his friends to show up, Asaiah grabbed his pair of Omnioculars given to him as a birthday present for his twelfth birthday and leant his elbows on the windowsill, watching the Quidditch pitch through the Omnioculars, adjusting it so it would be on default settings again. The fifteen-year-old, even though no one could hear him from up here, cheered loudly when he saw his friends walking onto the field, keeping his Omnioculars locked on Jessica for a minute or two, wishing he could be there with her instead of all the way up here.