#tiwfearne

[gudanism]

Owl // Brownbray

Charlie: Thank you for being the best wingwoman on pride night. Do that work with guys too?

[thewanderingryder]

Owl: Browlynn

Ryder: You should watch Jake and Harper tonight, Cap'n. I...think you'll really like it.

[wizard-willgreen]

Exhilaration {Self-Para, Writing Prompt #2}

TAGGING → Will Green, mentions of Fearne Brown, Charlie Fabray, Russel Fabray, Harry Potter, and Will's foster parents

LOCATION → On the way back to his flat after training with Fearne.

TIME FRAME → January 15th, 7:00pm - Reminiscing about the past and being thankful for now.

GENERAL NOTES → The short time he'd played on the Gryffindor team made up some of his favorite memories from Hogwarts and he'd never forget the exhilaration of winning a match.

Growing up in foster care, with muggles plus the rare and brief appearances from Russel Fabray, meant that Will might as well have been raised like any other muggleborn. Sure, he knew magic existed, but he didn't have access to any texts on it, didn't know anything about the wizarding world aside from what Russel told him. And Russel only told him just enough to eliminate any doubt in his mind that magic was only in fairytales. It's not surprisingly that like plenty of other boys his age, Will spent ages looking at the brooms when he got to Diagon Alley. He was of course fascinated with the Wands, and the potions, and that people kept owls as pets, but he was blown away by the fact that people could fly on those! They didn't need to sit in a big hunk of metal with giant engines, just on something that'd he'd previously seen as a way to sweep out the garage when his foster dad asked him to. Will bought a book on Quidditch that day, despite his mother telling him to stick to the things on the list that Hogwarts had sent to him. He read it several times before September 1st came around and he boarded the train to the school that would change everything for him. He didn't know it when he was eleven since he didn't know any magical history, but one might've compared him a bit to the wizarding hero, Harry Potter. He didn't have grand adventures every year or become famous, and he certainly didn't defeat any Dark Lords or anything as spectacular as that. But he grew up without his parents and became enamored with the idea of flying as soon as his eyes landed on the polished wood and carefully placed bristles that made up a quality broom in the shop window. He made the team his fourth year, after getting the nerve to try out but was devastated when he was kicked off the team in his sixth year after a rather impressive prank he'd managed to pull in the potions lab. He'd unashamedly pleaded the captain to reconsider, but of course it was all up to the head of Gryffindor house and he'd needed a suitable punishment. Will was always doing detentions for pranks anyway, so his professors figured the best way to make him learn his lesson was to take him off the team. The short time he'd played on Gryffindor the team made up some of his favorite memories from Hogwarts and he'd never forget the exhilaration of winning a match. He didn't fly as much after that but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. He didn't feel as motivated knowing that he wouldn't be able to play with the team, and so he got a bit lax in his skills and frequent practicing. It stayed that way until this year when Fearne decided to turn him into someone fitting of the professional league. He was still skeptical but he'd missed flying more than he thought he would, and the broom Charlie had bought him flew like a dream. His muscles ached and he complained about the training all the time but he loved it and had missed it all. He'd become so wrapped up in his job and living day to day he'd forgotten the simple pleasure that flying had brought him. He was enjoying flying again, and whether he made the league or not - he was glad it had been placed back into his life.

[liammcgonagall]

Owl \\ Learne

Liam: I believe I owe you drinks, Ms Brown

[liammcgonagall]

Owl // Learne

Liam: It looks like it's England v Ireland Saturday. We should celebrate

[wizard-willgreen]

Owl ✉ Will & Fearne

Will: So, about the training for quidditch thing? I'm still in.

Will: Even though it's bloody freezing out, but we can wait 'til it's warmer so we don't die of hypothermia.

Will: I need to take my mind off things so the sooner the better, I suppose.

[wizard-willgreen]

Owl ✉ Will & Fearne

Will: I sent Abby a cake.

Will: It said "Sorry I'm so stupid."Seemed appropriate.

Will: Apparently she's on a diet.

[thewanderingryder]

Owl:: Browlynn

Ryder: I'm likeable right?