Faster. Stronger. Better.
And your father had to be right, didn't he?
You're only trying to live up to expectations that are set as high as the moon, and yet you can only manage to jump to the sky.
And he says that's not good enough. I did it, so why the hell can't you?
Quidditch is skill. I had that skill. You have that skill. So for Merlin's sake, Ivan. Do what you can.
(And stop pansying around. You aren't going to get that girl to notice you, right?)
So you do what he says. Twelve hours a day, seven days a week. You fly so high, you can't even remember what it was like to have your feet on the ground. If once gravity gets the best of you and you tumble to the ground – well, you'd have to get back up again, right?
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