13 - Quidditch

When Reid’s friends said they were going to play Quidditch and asked if he’d come he hadn’t hesitated in giving an answer in the affirmative. It’d been too long since he’d felt the freedom Quidditch gave him.

He was now regretting agreeing.

Apparently his friend’s idea of a good game of Quidditch involved running around with a broom in your hand and trying to grab the balls off the other players. Unfortunately this was not Reid’s idea of fun. Actually it was his idea of hell.

The only thing that made this travesty tolerable was that his team was winning.