Logan looked at the teammates of the Qudditch team. He was grinning. They were extremely good at this. He was enjoying the fact that he was in such a good team. He smiled to his buddies as they walked into the locker rooms. "You did super, Loge! Shit, I knew we had to get you on our team!" Logan grinned at her and stepped into the shower, washing off the sweat. Sounds of agreements surrounded them. It made Logan feel really good. He was a good Quidditch player, that was true, but to hear it from others... It was different. Because people always gave him weird glances. They pitied him. And he hated that. So to be good at something and others seeing him enjoy it and stuff, that was what he wanted. He wanted people to be happy, he wanted to be happy.
He walked home where he lived in a cityview apartment. He loved it there. He could see everything, and no one bothered him when he was playing his music. He played a lot of music. It was the only way he could really express his feelings. He walked up the sets of stairs; he never took the elevator, he was claustrophobic. He reached the penthouse and walked inside. Logan walked over to the fridge and opened it. He sighed soundlessly when he saw there wasn't anything he actually liked. Only some crackers in a drawer. He shrugged and closed the door making a mental note to buy some more food.
Logan had moved to London when he started at the Harpies team. He had stayed in Liverpool with his mother and father when he was in Hogwarts, in Gryffindor. He hadn't really thought he'd leave Liverpool, but he was glad he had. The bullies there had picked on him constantly. It was only because he didn't scream for help. Logan shook his head sadly. Couldn't, not didn't. They had gagged him the first few times, but then they realized he wouldn't scream. Couldn't. Logan was born mute. He had never had a voice in his life. Which was why he was so dependent of music. It was his only way to get out his feelings. He smiled slightly. He instantly halfway walked, halfway ran to his room and fetched his guitar. He plugged it and started playing a song called 'rebirthing' by the band Skillet. He loved the song, but the neighbors weren't very joyous when he played it. After all, it was heavy metal.
After a while, he put down the guitar and walked to the fireplace, sticking his head into floo powder, asking if any of the teammates were up for bowling that night. So, in the end, he spent the rest of his day bowling with the entire team. They were all pretty tight, even the ones who usually sat on the bench were great friends. And no one mocked him for being unable to talk. Sometimes, he felt a bit ignored though, but it was all a part of his dis-functionality and he was used to it. When everyone was talking in their mouths at each other, it wasn't easy to get a word in when one couldn't even say it. But they all included him despite of it, something Logan was grateful for.
Subject: Logan Nicholls (British) 
