 open Sarah thinks I'm cute | Shan's safe space.
MOOOOOOooooOOOOooOoODY.
Those were the ~vibes~ Józef Kowalski was giving off right then, his skateboard over his shoulder as he dragged his feet towards the pathways. It wasn't a comfortable place to carry his skateboard, but it was a position borne from habitual carrying of his broomstick. His broomstick that was going to prove USELESS that year due to the lack of Quidditch.
He understood. He GOT IT. The pitch was in no condition and blah blah blah. Didn't mean he liked it, though. Because he definitely didn't. The fact that he had barely clung to his place on Polands under-17 team was not one he was bandying about, but it was one he was thinking about a lot. After two years of no Quidditch, the likelihood of being benched increased and therefore he was already dreading the summer.
Of course he'd still taken his broom out a few times but it was increasingly making him annoyed, and so today he pulled the skateboard from under his bed instead. Dropping it to the ground, he started to build up momentum, not caring that this was where people walked. They could get out of his way.
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⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________
Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽
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