 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Listen, West's schedule was a tight one these days. Sure Quidditch Season was over but he had a lot of studio time and gigs and... well, it was hard work having so much on his plate, but he loved it.
He wasn't late though, just exactly on time. West Odessa approached the group, took his sunglasses off, and nodded acknowledgement at the other professional players, as well as several other familiar faces actually. Toby got a grin. Now what did he need Quidditch Camp for, huh?
"West Odessa, I'm one of the starting chasers for the Wigtown Wanderers... league cup winners for this season." Also, wrockstar, but hey, they knew. They knew who he was and what he did.
His broom was slung over his shoulder casually as he glanced around. Laps? Good plan, Esme.
Could he steal a Derry hug before mounting his own broom?
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