you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway. Maxie was as ready as he'd ever be for this.
Tryouts - sports - quidditch.
They weren't things you'd associate with someone so meek and gangly. In maxie's case, he'd have forgiven you for the assumption, as he himself was in disbelief.
He hadn't fully planned on trying out but the flyers had called to him like a lethifold to a sleeping wizard, before he'd known it, the Hufflepuff had signed himself up and owled his brother for kneepads. Was it weird he was here before the captain? or did he show up after the try-outs? would more be coming? More people meant less chances he'd get in and more chances for Maxie to make a fool of himself- Oh merlin, he was heavily rethinking this. Heavily, heavily, heavily.
The 12-year-old took a deep, steadying breath and focused on the way his bronze kneepads glinted in the sunlight. His chest felt tight. His palms were sweaty mom's spaghetti.
__________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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