#iainwocd

Granted even if he was a reserve chaser now instead of front line, it didn’t mean that he didn’t still atleast like to participate. Granted his heart wasn’t in it as much as it had been before his parent’s untimely deaths. He guessed it had put some sort of perspective in it life,though he’d beg for normalcy, simplicity and grieved for his parents back. He’d been robbed of his childhood the moment they had died. Even if he still enjoyed the sport, it never felt the same after that. Besides, even if they had both been muggles, they had always gotten a kick out of knowing that he was on the Raven Claw quidditch team. The Raven Claw Chaser, they had spoken with such pride. Even if they couldn’t fully understand, they were so happy. And look where it had gotten them. But without anyone left to make proud, there wasn’t the same hunger he had for it. Sure he still enjoyed it; he wouldn’t be reserve now if he didn’t. But he fired the quiet boy had held had dimmed, anyone could see that. 

Granted as ridiculous as his costume might appear to others, for Jackson is felt incredibly liberating. For once he wasn’t the object of staring eyes because of his past. For one night and one night only, he could just sit in a corner and no one knew who he was, he’d achieved his desired wallflower status and he had never felt so much relief. Well anonymous apart from his room mates and some other Ravenclaw’s who’s already played detective. But still, it was better than normal.