Fireball [OPEN]

No one would think that Puddlemere United Keeper Romulus Andersen would have a bad day. He was always filled with jokes, big smiles, laughs... Always trying to make everyone else around him giggle and have a good time. What everyone didn't realize is that Romy was constantly fighting his own battle with depression and no amount of magic could fix that. He never got violent or angry (not really) he just found himself, on occasion, not wanting to get out of bed or being sad about everything. Unfortunately today was one of those bad days. He didn't have a Quidditch match or even a practice today and that just made things more tough to bare.

And so he sat at a booth at the wizarding bar in Hogsemeade nursing a whiskey and a whole plate of onion rings. He looked turned off to the whole world. Frowning, dazed, slightly agape and surrounded by people he had never met before but who had no doubt recognized him from the Quidditch circuit. One such woman had already helped herself to his lap, without asking permission mind you, and was currently nuzzling against him.

"Oh come on Romulus... Not even one little kissy?" She asked rubbing her nose against his cheek which he completely ignored or didn't even know was happening. He was just staring off. "I'm your biggest fan...." She continued to which he sighed and rested his head in his hands. She was clearly completely ignoring how sad he was for her own gains but to be fair Romlus wasn't exactly saying anything either. That is until he saw someone approach the table and looked up, blinking.

"Huh?" He asked. It was weird to have to look up to someone especially since, when standing, he dwarfed most everyone he came in contact with.