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sweetpinkpixie · 08-15-2020, 03:34 AM

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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry

Zoe had finally gotten a starting position as a chaser on the U17 team this summer. After two to seasons of being a reserve, she didn’t mind, not her choice position but she seen it as a challenge to better herself as a chaser, player and teammate since that position depended on strong teamwork.

She was on a team and did from time to time get some playing time in. She already had everything she needed for the season, but she was here to buy herself some new gear and She had even gotten all of her old gear together, asked her father if he could donate it to a quidditch camp just in case someone needed the gear to use that might not have it.

Passing by the magazines, she paused to take a look. Maybe she would also grab a few to read. Although she hated reading especially over summer, and non-educational. But this was actually for research? Sure she would call it research so now it was all good. Justified reasoning. She sighed. Her fizzy long hair fell in her face again. Pushing her brown hair out of her face, taking the scucchi from around her wrist she pulled her hair back in a messy bun. Maybe she would run over to Madam Primpernelle's for a cut, and some straightening potions.

The past term had put a lot of things into perspective for one Joshua Miller. While he still feigned his obsession with quidditch to a degree, he was not as resentful towards it as he had initially designed things to be. Almost all of that resentment was directed towards pops and it all had come to a head at that shindig the man had decided was to be his sixteenth birthday party. It was, quite literally, everything he never wanted for a party: loud, terrible wrock music and jams, crowded, impersonal, and quidditch centered. It was everything he was not and everything pops wished that he was.

So, yeah. Being sixteen was off to a GREAT start.

What wasn't as bad as he thought it might be was this whole captain thing and that had more to do with who Joshua was as a person rather than the sport itself. Also the team. He really REALLY liked the team this season and he was looking forward to the next practice he had planned out that included some water balloons.

Needing to pick up a few things, and pops shoving galleons into his hand to spend on quidditch, Joshua stepped into the shop with a small sigh. One that picked up in attitude when he saw his teammate. "Hey, Bayless!" he greeted with his usual charm and gusto, complete with that bro sort of head nod. "Looking for your name in articles already?"

He was teasing, of course.

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