 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
He watched as she steadily flew closer to him, though he couldn't help but notice her broom act a little odd at times. Was that broom of hers old or was it due for some maintenance? He opened his mouth to mention something about it, but he was sure that she was well aware of the glitching her broom was doing.
"Bummer," the blond responded when she stated that there was no more sheep-riding for her because she was too big. Frankie wasn't sure where the 'too big' part came from. As far as he could tell, she hadn't grown any over the summer. Then again, she was younger than him. All of those that weren't upperclassman seemed small to him.
The Head Boy shrugged at her question about what he was doing here. "Just flying around since we don't have official matches here. Otherwise I'm sure I'd be on the team as a chaser. Usually the position I take whenever my mates and I play a game with each other." He was fast, though not necessarily fast enough for seeking. "You?"
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