Post by SEBASTIAN OWEN WOOD on Sept 8, 2019 21:10:25 GMT -5
It was a cool crisp morning as Sebastian Wood made his way down to the quidditch pitch, broom in hand. A light fog hung over the grounds. Fall was certainly here. He loved being back on the grounds of Hogwarts. Since his older brother had gone to Hogwarts, all Sebastian had dreamed of was attending the school. He lived on his brother's tales of the school. He had been through 5 full years at the school, and he still loved how magical it was. Plus it was a place he could make his own path. But there was still the feeling he had deep inside that he should be following what his parents wanted for him. He had known since he was little that, at least in his father's eyes, he should follow him into the quidditch world. But was that what he wanted?
Since Seb really didn't know what he wanted to do, he figured he might as well leave the quidditch option open. So he had kept pushing over the last couple of years to be the best player he could be. It seemed it had paid off, and he had been named the captain of the Gryffindor team. He knew now the fate of the quidditch team rested on his shoulders. How would his dad feel if he didn't do so great? The look on his father's face when Sebastian opened the letter with the Quidditch Captain badge inside had been one of the few moments Sebastian actually felt his father was really proud of him. He had even gotten Seb a new broom, even though Seb was quite content with his old one.
It was the new broom in hand as he walked down to the pitch. He would need to get used to it before the season. He doubted anyone else would be up this early on a Saturday morning, but he never knew. As he got onto the pitch he smiled as he looked around. He then mounted the broom and kicked off into the air. There was something thrilling about getting up into the air and flying. He had always enjoyed the feeling, ever since he was a little kid. But did that matter more than enjoying everything about something? These thoughts were going through his head as he flew around the pitch, getting used to the broom.
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