 *sappysapper* MAJNOO, YO!
Quidditch. FINALLY.
The only thing that had kept Zachary sane last term. And life in general to be honest.
Even though there was a strange, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach this morning - he still made his way to the pitch, ready to try out. It was ridiculous, of course - because no one should doubt him and just give him his chaser position like before. But then again, he would do the same if he was the team captain. So okay, he'd try out.
Giving a nod of greeting to whoever was already there, the sixteen year old dropped his broom on the ground - and proceeded to stretch just a bit.
"good summer, guys?"
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......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless
...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥
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