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- 09/2050 (16)
Felix had had enough rejection and negativity for one week. He didn't usually feel as though this sort of thing got to him, but after the failure of the Quidditch practise he was starting to see things as glasses half empty. It would pass, he was sure of it, but right now he didn't want to be reminded that deep down sometimes he doubted whether he was good enough at all. He'd tried to put it to the back of his mind how last year Morrie had told him he was wasting his time with his campaign efforts, and even though he was leading the Brew Crew with his sister, he still wasn't sure whether he was even good enough at the subject not to run it into the ground. Now with the pressure of failing at Quidditch too, he had to ask himself whether he'd bitten off more than he could chew.
He'd left the abandoned classroom, ignoring the shouts behind him and made his way further up the castle toward his own common room. Sometimes he wondered whether he would have made a good Hufflepuff, that things might have been quite different if he and Jonah had been given the opposite houses. But no, he was apparently supposed to be a Gryffindor which meant he was supposed to have courage, although there were times he wasn't convinced he did. He strode through the third floor corridor, lost in his own thoughts.
He'd left the abandoned classroom, ignoring the shouts behind him and made his way further up the castle toward his own common room. Sometimes he wondered whether he would have made a good Hufflepuff, that things might have been quite different if he and Jonah had been given the opposite houses. But no, he was apparently supposed to be a Gryffindor which meant he was supposed to have courage, although there were times he wasn't convinced he did. He strode through the third floor corridor, lost in his own thoughts.



