I'm meaghan. ENFP. Slytherin.
Avid Reader. Quiddtch Player. Fictional Hero. Dreamer. Constant Questioner. Keyblade Wielder. Agnostic Theist. Fire Bender. Aspiring Comic Book Writer.
I want to talk about my quidditch life this semester.
To begin I love the Fredonia team but frankly our team has not been much of a team this year. Every time I tried to help out and make it so we could go to tournaments and play Quidditch (Because that is what I love to do)
I felt I was shot down and ridiculed.
I would love nothing more to be a part of the team I helped create and got to meets and tournaments and play Quidditch as a Fred Quidditch team member. But that wasn’t happening.
We weren’t playing but it felt like the team was turning their backs against something I worked to establish.
My friends from the Quidditch community approached me when I was down, they embraced me with open arms, and invited me on their team & gave me the chance to play the game I love and see the wonderful people that I have met through Quidditch. Some of my best friends in the world.
That was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.
When I felt like my team was abandoning me my Quidditch friends took me in, do I wish that wasn’t the case yes, but I cannot change what happened.
Syracuse became a second family. They let me play, they hugged me when I cried, and in the end I care about them just as much as the team I founded.