 *sappysapper* MAJNOO, YO!
Nodding to what Patrick said, the sixteen year old mounted his broom and took off. Feeling like he could actually breathe PROPERLY as always now that he was in the air - he began his lap.
One, two, three.
He had to remind himself FEW actually meant FEW - and stop himself to just move around the pitch aimlessly. Half heartedly, he came back down to the ground and took place where Patrick had mentioned the Chasers should stand.
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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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