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Hera · 09-25-2016, 02:03 PM

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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin

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.

It was a decent day out... and even if it wasn't it wouldn't matter. He needed to get out. He needed air... and so here he was.

Zeke stretched his neck one way and then the next in an attempt to loosen up his cramped muscles. Studying was officially the worst. It was a disease. And NO, he was not exaggerating. The N.E.W.T.S would be the death of him. Was there a cure? He doubted it, but a bit of flying seemed an easy enough solution in the short-term. As it was it hadn't taken much convincing for him to grab his broom and make his way down to the practice pitch.

With a sharp inhale of crisp cool air, Zeke peered around, his gaze landing on a familiar Slytherin.

"Colt! Sup man?" he asked, elongating his stride a little to catch up.

09-25-2016, 02:03 PM	#12 (permalink)
Hera DMC Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart First Year x10 x10	<3 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf Quote: Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin 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. It was a decent day out... and even if it wasn't it wouldn't matter. He needed to get out. He needed air... and so here he was. Zeke stretched his neck one way and then the next in an attempt to loosen up his cramped muscles. Studying was officially the worst. It was a disease. And NO, he was not exaggerating. The N.E.W.T.S would be the death of him. Was there a cure? He doubted it, but a bit of flying seemed an easy enough solution in the short-term. As it was it hadn't taken much convincing for him to grab his broom and make his way down to the practice pitch. With a sharp inhale of crisp cool air, Zeke peered around, his gaze landing on a familiar Slytherin. "Colt! Sup man?" he asked, elongating his stride a little to catch up. __________________