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Angie · 02-17-2017, 03:19 AM

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Originally Posted by Ama

Despite who he had gotten his genes from, flying was not Declan's best skill. It wasn't even his most favorite skill. As a rule, he stayed away from flying brooms as much as possible despite having to endure his mother's disapproving gaze during the summers spent at home. Quidditch and flying just were not for him.

He had enough on his plate with bones that begged to be read, voices that disrupted his meals, and dreams that he couldn't tell if they were premonitions or the result of an ill advised late night snack.

It was because of one those--maybe a crazy nightmare maybe something like a premonition, he had those sometimes--that he was even there, lurking with a frown behind his brother Levi.

"This doesn't feel right. It's like I have indigestion. Too much fiber?" Too little fiber? Sixth Sense in action? He couldn't tell yet.

People kept filing in, the cheerful kind of people. The Future of Quidditch kind of people. With their fancy broomsticks and gear and general good attitude. Levi did not understand how they could function under the unforgiving January weather. One of the universe's mysteries.

He frowned at everything and no one in particular. Was it their perky disposition keeping them warm? Did it repel the cold? He tried for a smile. This inexplicably made him shiver more so he stopped. "You need a laxative." Levi moved to stand next to his brother.

02-17-2017, 03:19 AM	#21 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Despite who he had gotten his genes from, flying was not Declan's best skill. It wasn't even his most favorite skill. As a rule, he stayed away from flying brooms as much as possible despite having to endure his mother's disapproving gaze during the summers spent at home. Quidditch and flying just were not for him. He had enough on his plate with bones that begged to be read, voices that disrupted his meals, and dreams that he couldn't tell if they were premonitions or the result of an ill advised late night snack. It was because of one those--maybe a crazy nightmare maybe something like a premonition, he had those sometimes--that he was even there, lurking with a frown behind his brother Levi. "This doesn't feel right. It's like I have indigestion. Too much fiber?" Too little fiber? Sixth Sense in action? He couldn't tell yet. People kept filing in, the cheerful kind of people. The Future of Quidditch kind of people. With their fancy broomsticks and gear and general good attitude. Levi did not understand how they could function under the unforgiving January weather. One of the universe's mysteries. He frowned at everything and no one in particular. Was it their perky disposition keeping them warm? Did it repel the cold? He tried for a smile. This inexplicably made him shiver more so he stopped. "You need a laxative." Levi moved to stand next to his brother. __________________