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At the age of 20, things had seemed hopeless to Damon Halley. He'd been stuck in a dull job at the ministry, unable to even fly properly, and his dreams appearing to be shattered on the floor. Damon should have had more hope though, as just a few years later his dream would come true, he'd finally become a professional Quidditch player. Despite his early injury, Damon had a long career, without any serious injuries to add to the list. He almost wished that he'd could go on playing forever, and indeed it felt as though he had
been playing forever. However, Damon eventually had had to retire at the age of 35, and immediately took a position as a coach.
Damon hadn't actually played professionally for several years now, but he was still occasionally recognised in the streets and asked for an autograph. These events always made him smile, a reminder of the heydays of his career, when he hadn't been quite so fond of signing autographs.
Today, Damon was in Diagon Alley, planning on buying a new broomstick for his son. Just like his own father, he'd spotted some talent in his youngest son, and was determined to give him the best possible start Quidditch wise. He stopped outside a broomstick shop, perusing the display when he heard someone calling out his name from up the street.