 For Zeke! Stephanoodle || Adorable Nerd
The Slytherin felt it was time to practice on the Qudditch pitch. He was itching to go on his broom for a while. He would have gone sooner if he wasn't so caught up in lessons and doing homework. Well maybe slacking a little bit on homework let's be real here. As he made his way to the pitch with his firebolt over his shoulder, he smelt the fresh air. Aahhh just the way he liked it, the smell of fresh grass. He missed it while he was at home. He never had the pleasure of being in open fields with goal posts so he can practice his chaser skills. He even had some seeker skills come to think of it.
He walked to the center of the field and just looked around and had a huge grin on his face. He beamed and thought this was him home. He walked over to the stands and decided to get his broom prepared for his little training.
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