 For anyone! Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Henry had no shortage of sports equipment. His sister was a Quidditch player and his dad owned a Gobstones team, plus he really loved sports himself. So the thirteen year old had plenty of merchandise and practice equipment, but that didn't mean he didn't want more. He loved all things Quidditch and Gobstones, plus other sporty things as well.
Since they had gotten to the stadium early and there was still a bit of time before the game was due to start, and he headed straight for the souvenirs. His dad was around here somewhere and he would sit with him later once the match got underway, but for now he was on his own.
And look! There was a big leprechaun hanging out by the souvenir table, earning a big grin from Henry. He thought he might have recognized him as the Kestrels mascot, being the avid Quidditch fan he was, but he supposed he could be the mascot for the Irish team. He didn't really know but he didn't think it mattered too much either. It was just fun!
"Hi!" He waved at the leprechaun and looked at the guy who was obviously in charge. "Do you have anything, um.. new and exciting?" Okay, so he didn't really know what he was looking for, but there had to be something that he would want. He glanced over at the guy with the younger girl who was also in the area. Brooms were awesome too, but he already had a really good one... unless there was something different? Not that he had quite enough galleons for something like that.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |