Quidditch at Durmstrang is a battlefield, not a sport. The sky is a battleground, and every player is a soldier, fighting for victory at any cost. I find myself thrown into this chaos, a Beater among giants, struggling to find my place in a game that no longer feels familiar.
The bludgers are relentless, like dark shadows seeking to break bone and spirit. I swing my bat with all the strength I can muster, trying to match the brutality of my teammates. But every strike feels hollow, a reminder of my inadequacy in this new world of violence and aggression.
I used to fly with grace, my movements calculated and precise. Now, I stumble and falter, my once nimble fingers fumbling with a bat that feels foreign in my grip. The wind whips past me, carrying the echoes of cheers and jeers alike, a cacophony of noise that drowns out the old familiar hum of the Quidditch pitch.
I miss the simplicity of being a Seeker, of chasing after the elusive Snitch with nothing but the sky above me. Now, every moment is a struggle, every second a battle against my own limitations. I long for the days when Quidditch was my escape, my sanctuary from the pressures of my name and my legacy.
But here at Durmstrang, there is no room for escape. Every match is a test of endurance, a trial by fire that pushes me to my limits and beyond. I am no longer Draco Malfoy, the skilled Seeker with a reputation to uphold. I am just another player, another pawn in a game that cares little for my past glories.
And yet, despite the bruises and the failures, I refuse to give up. I may not belong here, in this brutal world of Durmstrang Quidditch, but I will fight to prove that I am more than just a name, more than just a legacy. I will find my place in this new reality, even if it means sacrificing the comfort of the past.
Quidditch at Durmstrang may be a war, but I am a Malfoy. And Malfoys do not back down from a challenge, no matter how daunting it may seem. I will rise above the chaos, above the pain and the doubt, and emerge stronger than ever before.
For in the end, it is not the game that defines me, but how I face it. And I will face it with all the strength and determination that lies within me. Quidditch may have changed, but I am still Draco Malfoy, and I will not be defeated.