InsaneJournal

Ludo lived his life for the most part leaning on his talents in Quidditch as a crutch. When that failed, he reminded people of how amazing he was at his sport. His Plan C was Otto, and thus, he had a rather comfortable set-up when trouble arose in his life. However, when something external threatened that, and he didn't have anything to rely on, he took out his worry and trepidation in other ways.

Currently, ice cream held that burden.

If he had the self-insight to examine his pattern of behaviour, he might attribute it to the comfort of ice cream; the childhood treat it was, how sugar and chocolate and fattening food in general seemed to calm the mood, how it took him back to better days. Of course, Ludo being Ludo, he only just focused on what was directly in front of him, and at the moment that happened to be a triple-decker, butter brickle and chocolate sundae with rainbow sprinkles and hot fudge.

It did the trick, that was for damned sure.

For the time being, he seemed to be doing okay. He was a bit shaken up by the news, especially after reading it in the paper a day late - of course, he'd only read the sports section for years. Ludo just didn't think about heavy things, and usually blocked them all out. He didn't want to let it affect his game, and in his opinion, the slightest issue could tip his focus. Quidditch being his life, and the only thing he was really any good at, he simply pushed everything away.

Eating his feelings in the form of ice cream seemed to do the trick. Sitting in the corner of the ice cream parlour and hunched over his towering sundae, this was the best distraction he could think of.