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He. Didn't. Want. To be here. You think his mother would have gotten that by now but the fact he was here said otherwise.
When was the last time Dax Sanders had ever thought to mount a broom and get off the ground? Answer: AGES AGO. If he wanted to leave the ground, that was what his skateboard was for or flips and stunts that got you airborne. Quidditch was very...'eh' for him. Ruined sometime during his second year--or was it third? He didn't care and he did take his time in joining the small assembled group, his sister's broom thrown across his shoulders with his arms hanging from it.
In the small group there was maybe two faces he knew, Bart and that one Durmstrang kid he saw around the corridors sometimes and at meals. Looks like he was in time for the lady's greeting.
"Sup?" And a nod of acknowledgement sent in her direction. Could they get this thing over with?
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