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nicole black · 05-06-2019, 12:19 AM

Maxie's throat was in his heart, er- or rather, his heart was in his throat. Either way, he wasn't the calmest boy alive by any means. Goggles strapped to his head, broom in hand, the Hufflepuff watery eyes searched the horizon, but there was not a cloud in sight. Conditions were great. great.

There would be no hiding amongst the other Chasers. No sneaking beneath cloud cover. Whatever talents he had would be on full display. He should have felt good about this. Excited, even. Instead, he felt nauseous. It was not normal to have to perform under the watchful eyes of a quidditch giant. Setting his jaw, the gangly young man joined the other Chasers - Kowalski, Analiese, and Archer - while his nerves burned him inside out.

Yes, Hufflepuff had won the cup last year, and yes, that made him a house cup champion but that would mean absolutely nothing if he didn't get back on the team this year. He owed it to Hufflepuff, to Bel and maybe most importantly... To himself.

All this thinking wasn't helping. Absolutely not, so he did something dumb, he tried to strike up a conversation. "H-hello." said the very tall 13-year-old, his lips a grimace of a grin as he looked to the two girls. Pointedly, he ignored Kowalski. before turning his attention to the Professor.

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"A-afternoon, Professor."

05-06-2019, 12:19 AM	#5 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	hello, hallo, hullo, you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Maxie's throat was in his heart, er- or rather, his heart was in his throat. Either way, he wasn't the calmest boy alive by any means. Goggles strapped to his head, broom in hand, the Hufflepuff watery eyes searched the horizon, but there was not a cloud in sight. Conditions were great. great. There would be no hiding amongst the other Chasers. No sneaking beneath cloud cover. Whatever talents he had would be on full display. He should have felt good about this. Excited, even. Instead, he felt nauseous. It was not normal to have to perform under the watchful eyes of a quidditch giant. Setting his jaw, the gangly young man joined the other Chasers - Kowalski, Analiese, and Archer - while his nerves burned him inside out. Yes, Hufflepuff had won the cup last year, and yes, that made him a house cup champion but that would mean absolutely nothing if he didn't get back on the team this year. He owed it to Hufflepuff, to Bel and maybe most importantly... To himself. All this thinking wasn't helping. Absolutely not, so he did something dumb, he tried to strike up a conversation. "H-hello." said the very tall 13-year-old, his lips a grimace of a grin as he looked to the two girls. Pointedly, he ignored Kowalski. before turning his attention to the Professor. ...... ..... ....... ........ "A-afternoon, Professor." __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence Last edited by nicole black; 05-06-2019 at 12:26 AM.