Carius had still not accepted his newfound house, feeling absolutely adamant that some mistake had been made. He was supposed to be in Slytherin alongside literally everyone else - his sister, his parents, many of his extended relatives, and not to mention Sirius Black, one of the only boys he was friendly with. But no, he was sharing a common room with Miss Claire Bénet, the self-proclaimed adventurer, who believed she'd done no wrong by running off on Darrow's expedition during the summer, and a handful of other hotheads.
He'd came with his own broomstick, of course, as many of the other boys had done so. He was put off by the number of ladies who'd showed up at Gryffindor quidditch, though he thought he shouldn't be surprised - their captain was some oddity of a woman, standing taller than most men.
(Was he being too judgmental? He supposed he might at least try to think nicely of his house-mates.)
When time for trials came, Carius took hold of one of the beater's bats and headed towards the skies. He was small compared to his house-mates (and, regrettably, even compared to some of the other first year boys), so becoming a beater was an unlikely outcome; however, that wouldn't stop him from at least trying.
He'd came with his own broomstick, of course, as many of the other boys had done so. He was put off by the number of ladies who'd showed up at Gryffindor quidditch, though he thought he shouldn't be surprised - their captain was some oddity of a woman, standing taller than most men.
(Was he being too judgmental? He supposed he might at least try to think nicely of his house-mates.)
When time for trials came, Carius took hold of one of the beater's bats and headed towards the skies. He was small compared to his house-mates (and, regrettably, even compared to some of the other first year boys), so becoming a beater was an unlikely outcome; however, that wouldn't stop him from at least trying.
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