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Old 01-05-2014, 05:42 PM   #5 (permalink)
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Quidditch.

It was the only thing that was on his mind lately. One of the first things he did was sign up for tryout. The summer league had training at its best been brutle. But it had made him a better quidditch player. So he was taking the training from over the summer and applying that to his try-outs.

Even if it meant that he was up at the crack of dawn, to go out for a run.

So there he was walking through the courtyard, to go out to the grounds for the run. He looked down BOTH of his shoes were untied. That would have been bad. He found a near by bench, and threw his feet up one at a time and tied his shoes.

Well since he was standing here he may as well stench. No cramps for this guy.
Early. It was very... early.

Why was he up so early? ... Alec... had no idea. All he knew was that he had woken up a lot earlier than he was meant to and, no matter how hard he tried, going back to sleep wasn't happening. Tossing and turning hadn't helped and neither had that mug of hot chocolate he had made himself earlier on.

So... he was here. Outside. His eyelids were still heavy and yawns were escaping his mouth but, aside from that, the boy was pretty much awake. A stroll in the grounds wasn't a bad idea and that's exactly what Alec was doing. Strolling. Yawning. And strolling some more. ... Was he meant to be looking out for something? He hoped not. It was too early to be--

BRO. Did he want company? ... He was going to get it anyways. Stepping off into the Courtyard, the Hufflepuff headed over towards the Slytherin, eyeing the boy curiously as he went. Maybe he was far too sleepy to really figure out what it was the boy was doing or... he was perpetually confused. The boy rubbed his eyes before looking over at the fellow seventh year. There was only one thing to do, wasn't there?

"You lumbering up to knock someone out, mate?" he asked, sitting down on the bench. ... Please don't knock someone out, Romalotti.
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