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Post by edward damicus krum on Jan 10, 2012 17:04:31 GMT -5
 Quidditch ran through the blood line of the Krums. They were very well known for quidditch and edward was one among the league, but truly he didn't enjoy the fame quidditch brought him. He was a player of the national quidditch team that was started by his father and he wasn't just a player but a captain too. To some extend, he enjoyed being praised for being a good quidditch player but when he had to deal with the love of his fans, especially girls, it was damn hard and totally awkward. He felt like that was turning into a phobia for him to be surrounded by female fans who wanted to touch him and flirt with him. He may have inherited the good looks, but not the ability to appear as a charmer. He was different. . and it was a good thing. He believed that women deserved to be treated with respect but not every other women felt pleased by his ways. And he would be very much disturbed by the acts of women to hold his attention. He despised it so much that it held him back from playing quidditch and affected him very badly but hardly anyone understood his problem.For some it was a silly little issue, for the rest didn't know a thing.
He had been ignoring quidditch as much as he could so that he didn't get girls around him to create a scene, hence he never signed up for the ravenclaw team but he was very much passionate about quidditch and his family. He didn't wanted his future to based on quidditch but that was a desire of his parents and he was determined to fulfill it. The spirit was high, mood was good too and what was needed was a good weather that he could see outside the window. Reaching out for his broomstick he made his way to the quidditch pitch for a little ride. He hoped that he wasn't going to hold much of attention today and escape from it. It had been a while he stepped in the pitch with his broom.
He was walking his way to the pitch when he spotted his charm teacher on the broom, performing new tricks he hadn't ever seen before. it was entertaining. He clapped his hands for her when she was done. That was fascinating! Marvelous. You're brilliant, Professor. '' his accent wasn't as good as others but he was able to manage to speak English that was understandable. He praised the teacher as she thanked him and got off her broom and walked back to castle. He got onto his broom, kicked onto the ground and off hew flew in the sky. the cold breeze kissed his skin. It had been ages he hadn't gotten out of the library and take a ride of his broomstick, that used to be his best friend once upon a time. It felt strange and so foreign to be flying... although usually he tried to hide both himself and his talent in order to keep away from the crowd of screaming girls.
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