Open... Quidditch Player maybe?
As a small child, Brad began to learn the useful art of concealing things. It came pretty naturally after a few tries. First, a not so thoroughly thought through lie about what happened to the trampled flower bed outside (They are pesky, those garden gnomes aren't they?) when he was 5. Then, a couple of diversions to free the path to the chocolate biscuits, and eventually it progressed to deception in more cunning ways.
When his cousins would fly their broomsticks for a pick up Quidditch match, Bradley escaped the teasing by devising himself a different role. As he got older, the position of score keeper wasn't efficient enough, so he began to take pictures. He got good enough that the whole family not only knew it to be his "new favourite past time" but that they actually wanted him to photograph the games.
And thus, Bradley never got very good at flying. So you can imagine why he was so terrified at the moment, sitting atop a Nimbus 2000, following his newest obsession. All for the price of a good story, right? It didn't help that the paper had basically mandated this impromptu flight...
When his cousins would fly their broomsticks for a pick up Quidditch match, Bradley escaped the teasing by devising himself a different role. As he got older, the position of score keeper wasn't efficient enough, so he began to take pictures. He got good enough that the whole family not only knew it to be his "new favourite past time" but that they actually wanted him to photograph the games.
And thus, Bradley never got very good at flying. So you can imagine why he was so terrified at the moment, sitting atop a Nimbus 2000, following his newest obsession. All for the price of a good story, right? It didn't help that the paper had basically mandated this impromptu flight...