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Expecto-Penguin · 09-26-2016, 01:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hera

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.

Colt was preparing his broom and was doing a bit of cleaning when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and noticed it was Zeke. He nodded toward him and said, "Sup man? How have you been? Man it has been ages.." He put his broom down and walked toward him and brought him in for a one armed hug. "Can you believe how empty it is.." He broke away and was just in awe. He and Zeke both probably knew the reason but he didn't want to think about OWLS right now. "Would you fancy a little game of quidditch?" he smirked and pointed toward his trunk of quidditch supplies.

09-26-2016, 01:51 AM	#13 (permalink)
Expecto-Penguin DMAC & DMC Augurey Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Winchesters Impala Posts: 11,757 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zarina Rae Carraro Sixth Year x6 x2	Stephanoodle \|\| Adorable Nerd Quote: Originally Posted by Hera 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. Colt was preparing his broom and was doing a bit of cleaning when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and noticed it was Zeke. He nodded toward him and said, "Sup man? How have you been? Man it has been ages.." He put his broom down and walked toward him and brought him in for a one armed hug. "Can you believe how empty it is.." He broke away and was just in awe. He and Zeke both probably knew the reason but he didn't want to think about OWLS right now. "Would you fancy a little game of quidditch?" he smirked and pointed toward his trunk of quidditch supplies. __________________