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potterobsessionist · 07-14-2017, 10:57 AM

Text Cut: Henry

Haraldur leaned back in his seat and listened to what the ~~child-, boy-~~ young man told him about quidditch. The old man always enjoyed the company of people who shared the same enthusiasm for flying as he did. So he couldn't say he was surprised when he found himself especially invested in the students who did as well.

"I'm happy to hear it. You're welcome to borrow any supplies you and your team need, buf of course you already knew that." He glanced quickly on the large clock hanging on the wall and realized he had a lesson for some first years to plan and school brooms to test.

"I'm going to have to cut this a little short, I'm afraid, my boy." He got out of his seat and gave the young man a warm smile.

Yup. He liked him. The kid was on his like-list. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you in class soon, until then, keep practising. And, don't feel like you can't stop by for chat sometime as well." Like... Any time. ~~All the time.~~

07-14-2017, 10:57 AM	#22 (permalink)
potterobsessionist DMAC & MO Doxy Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1] Posts: 5,865 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Stella Marie Reed Daily Prophet News Reporter	<3 Also wrapping up bc TLs. a bit of madness is key \| miss chanandler bong \| those cunning folks use any means Text Cut: Henry Quote: Originally Posted by emjay Svalbard. Was that in... Sweden? No, Henry wasn't completely sure, but the name sounded like it was in that part of the world. And he was a traveler in spirit if not as much in the flesh as he'd like, so he wanted to find out exactly where that was. He wasn't sure if it was that polite to ask though. Whoa... what? "The sun never sets? Really?" Wow. Now he really wanted to see that. He loved summer and if the sun never set.... it would just seem to last forever, wouldn't it? Sure, Henry was disappointed, but he couldn't say he was surprised. He could tell that Mr. B was a big fan of Quidditch too and he knew that it wasn't up to him to just snap his fingers and just make Quidditch reappear again. He knew and he nodded his understanding. "Sure, that'd be great, Mr. B. I know it probably won't come back while I'm here though." Unless it came back next year and that just seemed unlikely. "Some of my friends from the U17 team and I practice as much as we can, and we play pickup games sometimes." Yeah, it wasn't really the same, but it was all that was allowed and they needed to keep their skills sharp for the summer league. But he grinned widely at the Flying Instructor’s sudden excitement. “That is the plan, sir,” he agreed with a nod. And yes, he knew all about how dangerous it was too. He was prepared. “Oh, yeah, I know,” he added with a chuckle. “My sister’s been playing pro almost as long as I can remember.” Of course she had taken that bit of time off to have kids. “I’ve been around Quidditch all my life.” He honestly couldn’t imagine not playing it. Haraldur leaned back in his seat and listened to what the ~~child-, boy-~~ young man told him about quidditch. The old man always enjoyed the company of people who shared the same enthusiasm for flying as he did. So he couldn't say he was surprised when he found himself especially invested in the students who did as well. "I'm happy to hear it. You're welcome to borrow any supplies you and your team need, buf of course you already knew that." He glanced quickly on the large clock hanging on the wall and realized he had a lesson for some first years to plan and school brooms to test. "I'm going to have to cut this a little short, I'm afraid, my boy." He got out of his seat and gave the young man a warm smile. Yup. He liked him. The kid was on his like-list. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you in class soon, until then, keep practising. And, don't feel like you can't stop by for chat sometime as well." Like... Any time. ~~All the time.~~ __________________