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emjay · 05-14-2017, 04:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Crayola

Daisy wasn't supposed to be flying around at the time of day. She had a daily schedule now, very well planned and thought out, and that somehow made sense of all the million things she had to do every day. And flying was scheduled for two hours from now; right now she was meant to be in the defense training room, punching a bag. And yet, she was walking towards the Quidditch pitch, her broom on her shoulder. It was such a good afternoon, it would be a waste to spend it inside, especially when she was in Scotland and this could well be the last good afternoon she'd see until March. Or April.

So, she had tweaked her schedule, just for the day.

As soon as she had reached the pitch, she was on her broomstick, kicking the ground and taking off. But she hadn't finished her first lap before she noticed someone sitting on the stands. Someone who looked kind of familiar, actually, even from far away. With a grin on her lips, she flew towards the figure and, upon confirmation that that was indeed Henry the Prefect, she hovered on the lower level of the stands. "Whittebrook." Could she get a yay! for teammate greeting? YAY. The Slytherin dismounted her broomstick and carefully laid it down, before approaching her friend. "What are you doing here?" Not here, the Quidditch pitch. Here, the stands. Sitting down.

Although Henry was distracted with his mind wandering over things he wanted to do in the near future, it wasn't long before he became quite aware of another presence on the pitch. It didn't take him much longer to recognize who that figure was either, even if she was flying in the distance. You didn't fly with someone on such a regular basis for two summers without being able to recognize their form even from far away.

"Carden!" Henry gave her a grin in return as she flew over to hover by him. Then he watched as she came over... was she going to sit too? He'd move over for her, but it wasn't as if he had to. There was no one else there and plenty of room. "So, what's going on?" Yep, he could see that she was flying, but he meant more in general. Or specific would work too.

"Just hanging out," he shrugged. "Sometimes I come here if I need a quiet spot." It might be a good place to do homework even if he knew he wouldn't get distracted enough to want to eventually get on his broom. "I guess you found out my secret spot," he added with a wink.

05-14-2017, 04:25 AM	#4 (permalink)
emjay DMAC & DERP Pygmy Puff Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: working Posts: 18,082 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoenix Marchbanks Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Wiley Whittebrook Hufflepuff Second Year x12 x5	Unforgivably Cursed \| adultescent Quote: Originally Posted by Crayola Daisy wasn't supposed to be flying around at the time of day. She had a daily schedule now, very well planned and thought out, and that somehow made sense of all the million things she had to do every day. And flying was scheduled for two hours from now; right now she was meant to be in the defense training room, punching a bag. And yet, she was walking towards the Quidditch pitch, her broom on her shoulder. It was such a good afternoon, it would be a waste to spend it inside, especially when she was in Scotland and this could well be the last good afternoon she'd see until March. Or April. So, she had tweaked her schedule, just for the day. As soon as she had reached the pitch, she was on her broomstick, kicking the ground and taking off. But she hadn't finished her first lap before she noticed someone sitting on the stands. Someone who looked kind of familiar, actually, even from far away. With a grin on her lips, she flew towards the figure and, upon confirmation that that was indeed Henry the Prefect, she hovered on the lower level of the stands. "Whittebrook." Could she get a yay! for teammate greeting? YAY. The Slytherin dismounted her broomstick and carefully laid it down, before approaching her friend. "What are you doing here?" Not here, the Quidditch pitch. Here, the stands. Sitting down. Although Henry was distracted with his mind wandering over things he wanted to do in the near future, it wasn't long before he became quite aware of another presence on the pitch. It didn't take him much longer to recognize who that figure was either, even if she was flying in the distance. You didn't fly with someone on such a regular basis for two summers without being able to recognize their form even from far away. "Carden!" Henry gave her a grin in return as she flew over to hover by him. Then he watched as she came over... was she going to sit too? He'd move over for her, but it wasn't as if he had to. There was no one else there and plenty of room. "So, what's going on?" Yep, he could see that she was flying, but he meant more in general. Or specific would work too. "Just hanging out," he shrugged. "Sometimes I come here if I need a quiet spot." It might be a good place to do homework even if he knew he wouldn't get distracted enough to want to eventually get on his broom. "I guess you found out my secret spot," he added with a wink. __________________ 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