Post by michael on Aug 18, 2011 16:55:16 GMT -5
-----------------
[/size][/color]
-----------------[/size][/color]
The wind was blowing through his hair. He closed his eyes as he stood there. It was a little chilly that September day. He wasn’t wearing a jacket so the cold air whipped across his arms in a cold chill. He opened his eyes and stared across the lake. He couldn’t help but think about the upcoming matches for quidditch. They were very important matches as some hot shot recruiters were going to come down and watch him play throughout this year. That was Michaels dream to become a professional quidditch player. He was hoping that he would get signed this year. Michael was now practicing more on his own so he would be ready and he started to do extra runs. He was going to work extra hard so he would have his shot.
His mind kept drifting though like it always did ever since he was fifteen. There was manly one thing on his mind most of the time. Gemma Finnigan. He really liked her, maybe even loved her. He knew she wouldn’t give him the time of day. She was too good for him and he didn’t want to get rejected at all. His best friend Frank would tease him a little about that though. He smiled a bit as he thought about it. He hated the fact that he couldn’t tell her how he felt. He hated to see other guys around her, flirting with her. He wanted that to be him with her. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
He was planning on doing some more practicing today. He just had to go get his broom from his dorm. He liked staring out at the lake though. He smiled as he stared out and shrugged. He should go get his broom and practice more. He needed to practice if he was going to get to be a professional quidditch player. They only took the best and he wanted to be the best. He figured if he was Gemma would maybe give him the time of day. He didn’t know and that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to be a professional quidditch player but it was a good chance that it could be true.
Sighing he walked away from the Black Lake and walked up the grassy lawns to the school. His walked in through the doors and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He walked across the stone floor towards the HufflePuff common room. He went inside the common room and started to head up to his dorm when he ran into someone as he wasn’t really thinking. He was just walking towards his broom. He sighed and rubbed his chest. He looked up and saw it was Gemma. Oh hey Gemma. How are you he asked her.
-----------------[/size]
WORD COUNT::468
OUTFIT::will post later
NOTES:: nope[/center][/color][/center]