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location : walking to the welcome feast status : open
“ oh merlin ! ” the wood boy exclaimed in hushed voice ( more to himself than anyone really ) hands clutching the top of his head half in agony and half in anxiety . “ a horrible thought had just dawned upon me , ” he mused aloud to the person closest to him , panic clear in his quivering voice . “ what if i forgot to pack my broomstick ? ” he clutched at his chest with such desperation and urgency that one would think he was suffering from some sort of chronic condition – though the only condition that he seems to be perpetually stuck with was the curse of overthinking everything . “ what then ! i can’t practice with the school ones , they’re absolutely rubbish – no offense to the brooms but there is absolutely no way to succeed with them ! let alone win the cup ! ” @lumosreblogs
memories of being forced to use the school broomsticks in first year flying lessons still show up in some of marlene’s nightmares. she knows just how much of a disaster it would be the gryffindor quidditch team if one of their star players is forced to practice a model that’s at least fifty years out of its expiry date. but with the way callum’s voice is shaking, actually shaking, she can’t take him seriously. “relax cal. you love that thing way too much to forget to pack it.” marlene tells him, biting down on her lower lip to keep from laughing at callum’s panic-stricken face. “and if by some crazy chance you did forget it, tell you what, i’ll nick some slytherin’s broom for you and we'll fly down to your place together and grab it. no one will even know we were gone. how’s that sound?”













