A soft slap resounded in a small part of the Quidditch Training Pitch, the owner of the hand slipped it off his neck. He swore that something touched his neck and he was really not wanting to earn a mosquito from just trying to enjoy his time outside. Loud chewing came from the gum in the boy's mouth, it had been graciously sent to him by his mother as part of an emergency care package. His letters to them as of late had been riddled with doubt and it seemed that they were afraid he was falling into some pre-teen angst phase. Probably. Reid was aware of how he had been feeling and quite frankly was letting it run its course, he had fallen into a state of indifference with most things.
The year was passing by and it felt as if he was running stagnant, that nothing was changing and things were getting worse. This thought scrunched his expression as he used his free hand to grab a stone with vice grip, exhaling the steam from his lungs. So Reid had been avoiding people, the smallest things had begun to annoy him and he was afraid to do more harm than good. This was especially true with his friend, Sabrina.
It's caused him to bend over backwards from the discomfort of his thoughts recently, weren't Hufflepuffs supposed to be the happy house? A scoff escaped his lips as he approached one of the many walls of the pitch. His eyes squinted against the sun's rays, chewing his gum as he optically scaled it. With how much he dodged people, he subjected himself to menial things to bide his time like throwing rocks and wandering the grounds like one of the castle's ghosts. This just added to things and he was sure he could be studying or something.
His eyes were glued to the statue with crossed swords, staring at the gap as if it was a goal. Quidditch was the only thing that he really let occupy his mind, despite him not even wearing a uniform on his back. He didn't know if he got in, but Reid hoped it would be the one good news he'll hear this week or whenever it would be announced. The young boy dropped the small sack of gum beside him and pocketed the rock.
The sleeves of his dress shirt were fixed to be folded up to his elbow as he then drew his arm back. Reid inhaled and hurled the rock up towards the man with swords crossed over his head with a grunt. His projectile got higher than most, but he was still subjected to watching it hit the wall instead and fall towards the ground. He was still squinting, but now it was coupled with a frown as he stared at the unreachable goal. "Thought I'd make it." he mused, chewing his gum.
There was momentary elation to see it get so high, but then the reality of it was he didn't have enough power to make it. Thoughts that beat to the sound of doubt resurfaced in his mind, maybe he'd make it if he was a better wizard? Could he even call himself a wizard? Reid threw his hands up and folded them over his head with his hand gripping his forearm to lock it. Stop.
Height, the way he threw it, and size of the rock was all he thought about to distract himself from the mess in his head. He didn't know how to cope with failure and shortcomings, but that didn't mean he could learn, eventually. The boy dropped his hands to his side and looked over his shoulder, squinting against the sun as he thought he had caught sight of someone.
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"Trouble usually finds me."
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC