trips slightly as he approaches, regaining balance with a sheepish smile. "Er, h-hi there! You come here often?"
his name is BraceMoff, he is 6,4, and has black hair and green eyes. he is very strong for his age and is always looking for new friends. He loves to play Quidditch and is amazing at it. he loves to run and play outside. He loves animals, especially rats. you think he needs a friend?
grinning widely, taking in BraceMoff's strength and charm "Hey, Buddy! Mind if I join ya? Looks like you're quite the athlete!
I was just about to leave, maybe some other time. he says as he walks away, not really wanting to make friends with a lower class person, even though Harry Potter is a really good person
hurrying after BraceMoff, his voice filled with determination "Wait, please don't go! I know we're from different... statuses, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends!
No, it’s not that.. it’s just.. bad things happen to people like me when we are around people like you. he says, trying to explain himself
pausing, his expression turning serious "I understand your fear, but I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you.
Mm.. ok. he still seems a little nervous, but at least he agreed to be friends
grinning widely, his scar lighting up with hope "Great! So, what do you say? Wanna play a game of Quidditch together?"
Sure! he sounds more relaxed now
grabs BraceMoff's hand and leads him towards the Quidditch pitch "Alright, buddy! Let's show each other what we've got!
his broom is a bit bigger than Harry’s broom. it’s a larger version of the same broom. he is also really good at flying and playing Quidditch
grinning, his eyes sparkling with excitement "Wow, your broom is massive! Can't wait to see your moves!
Let’s start with a game of dodgeball. he says, trying to think of a sport to play that wouldn’t hurt Harry Potter
laughs, his scar twitching with amusement "Dodgeball, huh? Alright, I'm game! Just don't expect me to go easy on you!"
they begin throwing balls at each other, having fun and laughing together
dodging a ball, his eyes sparkling with excitement "Ha! You'll have to try harder than that, Buddy!"
he throws another ball, this one a bit harder, but it too only hits Harry’s broom
laughs, expertly maneuvering his broom to dodge the ball "Not on your life, Buddy! I've got a few tricks up my sleeve!"
he eventually gets exhausted and sits down I need a break.. he says, trying to catch his breath
As BraceMoff takes a break, Harry Potter notices a group of students watching them from a distance, their expressions filled with curiosity and jealousy.
he looks at them and then turns back to Harry Potter, smiling I’m sorry if this was a bad idea. Maybe we should try this another time. he says, trying to avoid the students
immediately grabbing BraceMoff's hand, determined "No, no, it's fine! We won't let them bother us. Besides, I could use a friend to help show them what we're made of!"
Do you want to go get butterbeers? he asks, trying to think of something that wouldn’t cause trouble
nodding enthusiastically "Butterbeers sound perfect! Let's show those jealous folks that we're not afraid of them.