For today's special event, Botros doubled his doze of potions and got rid of the cane. It's been a long time since he walked freely all this distance, but the adrenaline was rushing through his veins as if he was one of those allowed to play today. He wore his sweats under his long jumper, put a sporty cap on and made sure to charm his glasses in case of accidents.

The site of the turnstile brought a slight frown to his face. He understood the necessity and inevitably of their existence but that didn't mean he wasn't sorry that they existed. He dropped ten galleons and climb up the stands looking for a good place. He waved and grinned at everyone as he passed them, the ones he remembered their names and the nameless ones too. Some were not students which he nodded politely at when they caught his eyes but he mainly headed for his colleague sitting in the front row.

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

The match day everyone was talking about was finally here...

Clad in colourful robes, flags in his hands and face paint on his cheeks to show support for his brave colleauges, the librarian headed down from the castle to the Quidditch stadium. Upon entering the stadium, he payed the 10 galleons to be allowed to enter via the turnstiles. Anything to get Hogwarts back on its feet.

Making his way up in the stands Leo took a seat on one of the benches with good view of the pitch and the student's sitting below.

"Leo! Good day. Oh, nice painting job. My wrinkles make me look like a clown out of a muggle horror movie, I'm afraid." He laughed at his own joke and plopped down beside the librarian. He didn't bring flags or anything either. Nor colored robes. Oh his memory was failing him alright. It was alright anyways, he wouldn't be able to wave and jump much. He could shout out cheers though!