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[adam]

To say that Adam was superficial, shallow, and rude, would be hitting the nail on the head. Rude, but not cruel. Adam took a great deal of pride in his work, and greatly disliked when told he was wrong. He liked being called intelligent, without being overly brainy like Ravenclaws could be. There was a reason he was in Slytherin, beyond asking the hat to be in his favorite color.

He was sharp as a tack, cunning was a fitting word for the house and one he rather enjoyed having tacked onto his name. While his brother might be known for pulling pranks, it was the fact that he could be caught that landed him in Ravenclaw, rather than Slytherin. Adam was confident that should he let out a mischievous side, he would not be the one blamed for it. While he did have a bit of a trickster in him, it wasn’t something he enjoyed doing all the time like Jasper did. Tempting, at times, but there were more important tasks to do around the castle than turn a girl’s hair blue.

Like getting your name in this room. The trophy room. Adam was determined to find himself here one day. Pulling pranks and causing tricks was all well and good when you were a child, but rising above everyone else, becoming important, being famous, that was what Adam was interested in right now. He was a chaser, nothing too flashy or big when it comes to Quidditch. Not like a seeker. And while being a seeker did get you noticed, Adam didn’t like sitting around staring and hopping to find a glint of gold. No. Adam liked planning, flying, and just a hint of fighting. As a chaser, he could see the paths he had to take, could plot and scheme his way into victory, and actually do something. That’s what scouts looked for when they tried to make their professional Quidditch teams. Someone who could think on the fly, no pun intended.

So while others were content to pass their exams and keep their friends above their school work, Adam was far more interested in scoring goals and earning house points. Anything to get his name where it mattered most; on a trophy. He wanted students generations from now to be able to come into this room and remember him. So he was shallow, so he was self-centered, who cared? What did it matter what people thought of him? So long as people thought of him, remembered him, him, not someone he was tied to or as a foot note. HIM

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Adam stared at the Quidditch house cup, the placque under it engraved with names that would never fade. He stared at the moving images of students from ages ago, the ones that were single-handedly the reason their house had won the cup, and hungered for it. Someone once said that a man without ambition was dead. Adam wasn’t dead, he refused to be. His family might be okay with living a boring life on a farm and tending disgusting sheep. Not Adam. He wanted fame, he wanted fortune, he wanted to be known. And that’s exactly what he’d get, one way, or another.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
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