Dedicated to Lege et Lacrima because their stories are quite wonderful and a post on their tumblr inspired me to write this.
There it is.
That's why I started playing quidditch. Not because I really enjoy flying (although there was that) or because I'm actually good at it (that did factor in though) and not because only handsome men seem to be accepted (no matter what Annie says).
That was why.
The thrill of having my name shouted out across a field, the knowledge that for one moment everyone had my name, my name, running through their minds!
After a really good shot I'd maybe loop-the-loop to show off my feelings, or sometimes just a small high-five with one of the others. (And it's only a coincidence that it happens slightly more often with Troy.)
But maybe, just, maybe those are some of the reasons I carry on playing.
And there's a possibility that my Irish accent is faked and the only really Irish person in my family is some twice-removed cousin. And maybe that is because of the hot blokes.
But maybe I'll be Irish too someday.