 post 1 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
After sufficiently stretching his limbs and various other body parts, Henry was more than ready to get up in the air. In fact, McLeod barely said the word and the sixteen year old had mounted his broom. Sure, he could do with a little warmup, but the prospect of a game sounded even more exciting, whether it was Quidditch-related or not. Games in class were always the best, especially when they were active games. Outside made it even better and on brooms made it doubly so!
Fast was his speed of choice, but he had to remind himself that he was in class and that he didn't need to be weaving in and out of people once he took off into the air. Sticking to the outside perimeter would probably be best. He could go fast and not be in anyone's way, or the other way around, as the class warmed up.
But did he hear someone say race as he leaned into the turn at he end of the pitch? Were they going to race today? Because he was totally down for that.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |