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Post by JAY TATE BLETCHLEY on Apr 17, 2014 23:16:02 GMT -5
Jay had completely lost who he was when the summer started. To keep his mind off of the news that he'd learned from his parents he poured himself into Quidditch for Puddlemere United. For this eighteen year old that was probably a good thing. If he hadn't he wasn't exactly sure on if he'd make it through the day. It wasn't that he'd been depressed but he just wasn't sure who he was anymore. Jay Bletchley had always believed he was a pureblood. His brother and himself both thought that they were their parent's children but this was when they found out that all of the children were adopted, not just their sisters as they once believed. The two boys were not purebloods that they were raised to be they instead were muggleborns.
Shock was still fresh in Jay's system even months after he'd found out the news. Today while he wasn't out practicing he was off doing errands in Diagon Alley. He needed some new clothes, he also need to go into London and actually do some grocery shopping. First priority was the Quidditch supply shop. A stop that he always made while he was in town. Who could blame him? A professional Quidditch player not stopping into his Quidditch shop when he needed something. He wasn't really in need of anything but he wanted to check out any thing that was new in Quality Quidditch Supplies.
A chime of the bell sounded and he smiled at the owners as he walked inside. His eyes scanned the familiar shop. ”Any new bats?” he asked the owner. As a blindside beater his bat was his most prized possession other than the broom that kept him in the air. One season when he was at Hogwarts he'd gotten the bat specially molded for his hand so it was comfortable and had a good grip on it. The owner pointed him over to the normal area. Jay smiled and kept his head down a bit so he wouldn't have any fans come in while he was looking around. He didn't want to be bothered too much as he looked around but was always up for some friendly chat from anyone who wanted to chat.
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