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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Jan 7, 2007 23:00:47 GMT -5
Jeremy sat on the ledge just outside of the Quidditch store, swinging his legs and blowing spit bubbles out of boredom. His parents were inside arguing the points of buying him a broom. It didn't matter. First, he wasn't allowed, second, he really wasn't the best flyer, and third, if he really wanted to, he could borrow his cousin's broom.
So the argument was pointless. His father, more impressed with Wizarding sports than he was, kept insisting it was in his blood. Jeremy usually retorted that it wasn't, seeing as his blood was half Muggle.
His mother, while she never showed it had to be a little disappointed with him. Her family was ingrained with Quidditch and while she never pushed him, she would ask if he didn't want to just try it. Jeremy had fallen off of enough brooms to confidently say, no, he did not.
So while his parents discussed the situation inside ("Just in case he changes his mind"... "He's not allowed yet"... "A little more growing and he should be fine"...) , Jeremy was outside, tired of the debate and entertaining himself with watching the passers by.
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Post by wolf on Jan 8, 2007 18:26:09 GMT -5
Wolf strolled down the street of Diagon Alley, whishing he was home. Since they had found out that his letter to Hogwarts wasn’t just some sort of scam his Father had decided to stay in London until Friday, his brothers, of course, had not objected. They were probably looking for ladies at this very moment.
His shopping was done and he still had a few more days so he just took to wandering about the alley. Today he was dressed in a dark brown T and a pair of very worn jeans. As he wandered around he noticed the Quidditch shop, he had been in there a few times and found it all very fascinating but today what drew his attention to the shop was a young lad around his age. He looked very bored, and being bored himself decided to say hi.
He wandered over and leaned against the wall next to the ledge before giving him a smile and said, “Hello, you go Hogwarts?”
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Jan 8, 2007 20:08:19 GMT -5
"Nope," Jeremy answered honestly. He had just managed to set a spectacular spit bubble sailing and while it popped not even a second after leaving his mouth, it had still been pretty cool.
He turned his attention to the boy in front of him and gave a half-hearted smile after looking him over a couple of times. The kid looked okay, but you could never be too sure.
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