 A Poop * k8 *
KIDDO. Cassius thought this was VERY funny because he was NOT a kid. Not at ALL. He would be SIXTEEN eventually...later this year. So HEH. "Well, yeah, I know--" he cleared his throat. "I do admire your Quidditch talents, TOO, you know--" he said with a nod. "And I play chaser on my team at school--"
And theeeeen another player--IT WAS ESME WHITTEBROOOOOK?!?! Cassius almost fell to the FLOOR--she was AN AMAZING CHASER--AND WAIT WAS THAT WEST ODESSA? ;FHRUHFGHGIEHGIEHG
He winked at Derry before taking off to start doing LAPS. Cassius hopped onto his broom and took off--LAPS. READY. GO. YES.
Freddy followed Quidditch. He DID recognize the women, but he was turning red and felt MUCH too shy to say anything--and--they had to RUN? (Because laps sounded like RUNNING to him....)
So Freddy took off, running--until he saw everyone FLYING into the air--MERLIN
MERLIN!
HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW LAPS MEANT IN THE AIR?!?! And to think, he had just been about to ask why RUNNING was important for QUIDDITCH. THANK MERLIN HE DIDN'T! Freddy instantly fumbled with his broom to try to catch up with everyone...three laps...
BLOODY BROOMSTICK.
And...he almost tripped. On his broom. Well.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
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