He had already resolved not to do this, so why Tybalt found himself on Holyhead’s pitch this morning, he couldn’t quite fathom. It was going to be painful and he knew it.
If he didn’t make the national team (after having the experience of a lifetime the last time, after having been gotten there from Gryffindor’s ranks alone), it would be crushing and awful and absolutely mortifying, and that much worse to be watching from the stands.
If he did make the national team (somehow), it would be an agonising reminder of a career he’d cut short, it would mean he would have to face how much he truly missed it, and it would come and go in a flash and then be over and it would be twice as hard to go back to how things had been before.
If he proved so out of practice that he missed the first bludger to come his way and ended up in a coma from the head wound... that would be fairly painful too.
So: whatever happened, it was going to hurt. Now that he knew that for certain, Tyb shouldered his bat and kicked off from the ground.
If he didn’t make the national team (after having the experience of a lifetime the last time, after having been gotten there from Gryffindor’s ranks alone), it would be crushing and awful and absolutely mortifying, and that much worse to be watching from the stands.
If he did make the national team (somehow), it would be an agonising reminder of a career he’d cut short, it would mean he would have to face how much he truly missed it, and it would come and go in a flash and then be over and it would be twice as hard to go back to how things had been before.
If he proved so out of practice that he missed the first bludger to come his way and ended up in a coma from the head wound... that would be fairly painful too.
So: whatever happened, it was going to hurt. Now that he knew that for certain, Tyb shouldered his bat and kicked off from the ground.
