 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Though Henry enjoyed flying more than almost anything, he also sometimes just liked to hang out at the stands on the Quidditch pitch. It was a good place to relax or daydream about being a Quidditch star one day. Of course, it was probably more productive to fly or practice to achieve that goal rather than to just daydream about it, but sometimes he just needed to unwind.
And that was what he was currently doing. He did bring his broom with him because he'd likely fly a few laps around the pitch or even over the school grounds in a little while. But for now, he sat up in the stands with his legs stretched out in front of him, looking out over the pitch and allowing his mind to wander.
__________________ 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 |