Post by LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK on Dec 9, 2017 2:10:13 GMT 8
Lennox Wilkołak was a name that had been heard from Iceland to Poland - literally. The twenty-one-year-old (nearly twenty-two if he thought about it) was no stranger to being recognized at this point, after all he was now an international quidditch star. Not that it was all about fame for Nox...it just was a nice perk. Still being a professional quidditch player he knew there were 'risks' of sorts that you took when you did your own supply shopping. This 'risk' though Nox enjoyed.
Fans could be amazing and who didn't dream of inspiring others - not that he was inspirational but he imagined there was someone out there who wanted to be like him one day - right? Yeah, surely. Regardless Nox was needing to stock up on broom polish among other things - you were only as good as your gear, and skill - but well kept gear did make for easier play. This meant a trip to Diagon Alley. In some ways it was a shame that the bustle of magic folk seemed smaller during the school season, but it held the promise of a short shopping trip.
Every time he visited Quality Quidditch Supplies it was easy to feel like the eleven-year-old that had his face pressed up against the glass window looking at the latest and greatest broom. Even today before he entered the stop he took a moment to peer into the window and admire the display - he was still pleased with his broom's performance though and he had come for polish not a broom.
The smell of the shop was so relaxing to Nox as he entered, all things quidditch put the lad at ease. His list might have been short but he wasn't keen to grab the polish and go, instead he decide he would browse around the shop for a bit - who knew maybe he would see something new for his kit.
Fans could be amazing and who didn't dream of inspiring others - not that he was inspirational but he imagined there was someone out there who wanted to be like him one day - right? Yeah, surely. Regardless Nox was needing to stock up on broom polish among other things - you were only as good as your gear, and skill - but well kept gear did make for easier play. This meant a trip to Diagon Alley. In some ways it was a shame that the bustle of magic folk seemed smaller during the school season, but it held the promise of a short shopping trip.
Every time he visited Quality Quidditch Supplies it was easy to feel like the eleven-year-old that had his face pressed up against the glass window looking at the latest and greatest broom. Even today before he entered the stop he took a moment to peer into the window and admire the display - he was still pleased with his broom's performance though and he had come for polish not a broom.
The smell of the shop was so relaxing to Nox as he entered, all things quidditch put the lad at ease. His list might have been short but he wasn't keen to grab the polish and go, instead he decide he would browse around the shop for a bit - who knew maybe he would see something new for his kit.
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