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Scorpius was very fond of Quidditch, and was also very good - he had to be, because it was expected of him by his father. However, he hadn't brought his broom to the pitch. He was too new, so flying alone would just make him look like a show off. While Scorpius was excellent at showing off, he liked to do it discreetly.
So today he leaned against the walls of the stands and watched the students in the sky. It didn't look like team practice, just a few games between different groups of friends. He noted that a few of the fliers were actually very good, and he made a mental note to meet them one day.
A Quaffle flew towards him, hit the ground a few meters away and bounced to his feet. He smiled as he threw it back to the players.
[You're free to join as one of the people playing Quidditch or just somone else on the pitch, I don't mind]
So today he leaned against the walls of the stands and watched the students in the sky. It didn't look like team practice, just a few games between different groups of friends. He noted that a few of the fliers were actually very good, and he made a mental note to meet them one day.
A Quaffle flew towards him, hit the ground a few meters away and bounced to his feet. He smiled as he threw it back to the players.
[You're free to join as one of the people playing Quidditch or just somone else on the pitch, I don't mind]