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Fletcher was always outside, it seemed. And if he wasn't messing about in the grounds or raiding the kitchens and taking his food outside, then he was sneaking naps in the library. Today he had just finished a spare bit of stale toast with jam and was passing by the Whomping Willow, pondering the end of this term and the whole Triwizard Thing and the upcoming costume ball and how next term he was going to be a seventh year and this summer he had to find his real parents....
Whoaaa. It was mind-bottling. Boggling? Bloggaling? Jogging? Eh. Fletcher was obviously not the intellectual type.
He came to a halt just beyond the reach of the (currently) peacefully tree and stared up at it pensively. Tucking his hands in his pockets, Fletcher hmm'd to himself as noticed a pretty bit of blue fabric blowing in the wind. Slowly, he walked around the perimeter of the tree for a closer glance.
"Sandra?" His surprise was just a little obvious, considering Fletcher had never seen her in really anything but thick Durmstrang robes and hoodies. "How are you?"
Fletcher almost added something about her smokinnn appearance today but bit his tongue. He'd save that line for the next five minutes.
Sandra was slowly losing herself in thought, something she hadn't planned on doing while passing the tree. Hadn't there been a reason for the tree being placed here? She was sure that she had read some story about it when researching the school.
Her hand moved trough her hair when a soft breeze blew, eyes still on the tree. She wasn't conscious of any students around her until her name was called. Pulling herself out of her reverie, she tore her eyes away from the willow tree, a smile growing on her face when they met Fletcher's brown eyes.
He seemed a little surprised to see her....did he not expect to see her on the grounds? Hm. Well.....it wasn't like she spent much time outside. Not since she had been eliminated from the tournament.
Sandra did not miss her daily runs.
"I'm vell," The young woman moved to close the gap between them.
"Hov are you, Champion?" She remembered that he had won the tournament, and would have congratulated him on the field.....had he not been surrounded by so many younger students.