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Originally Posted by GD2204

Jude playing Quidditch? Yup. That was a thing. Or at least, it might be this year if he could really be bothered to put the effort in. Something that he hadn’t exactly decided yet but maybe coming to the quidditch store would help somehow. Then again, he was joining a new school with new people. Maybe Hogwarts would actually appreciate his fine flying skills and deft touch on a broom because clearly those in charge at Ilvermorny couldn’t grasp how good he was. Didn’t matter anyway. He was always too busy exploring to really train.

Walking in, even he couldn’t help but be drawn towards the brooms that were scattered around the shop. Sure, there was nothing wrong with his that he’d brought back home from America but there really was something about having a new one.

It seemed however that there was someone else in there who had the same idea too. A kid with an expression that resembled that of a goblin who had just come into some long-lost treasure. Without thinking, he quietly slunk over to the aisle behind the boy and bent down, doing his best not to burst out laughing “You should buy a new broom young one. Do it. It is your destiny!” he whispered, doing his best impression of someone ethereal and ghost like over to the blonde-haired child.

Mason couldn't take his eyes off of all the brooms. If he buys one he knows his mom is going to be so mad...maybe mad enough to ground him. That will never happen, he's a good kid but he did remember when she caught him sneaking through some stuff about his dad. He was curious and he knows that his dad played Quidditch at Hogwarts. Now he would just have to meet his dad...one day...hopefully soon.

Enough of that sappy stupid stuff, back to the important things in his life right now. QUIDDITCH! Yeah, that's what he needed to think about, that was more important than thinking about his father...the person he's never met. Quidditch, think about Quidditch.

Mason tapped his fingers on his lips as he kept walking down the aisle, he didn't know what broom or even what kind of broom he wanted. You know if he really went up against REAL players if he would be any good. He has never stuck to one position but that might be a good thing BUT he would have to be good at all the positions so he could get on a professional team in the future.

As Mason was looking around even more he heard a voice near him. "My mom might kill me...but I wouldn't mind buying one?" Mason said, his smooth southern accent rolled off of his tongue as he responded to the older kid. "Do ya have any suggestions from that older mind of yours?" he said as his twang was taking over more, he had a love-hate relationship with his accent.