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Post by keegan maxwell cadwallader on Oct 12, 2013 21:22:42 GMT
  keegan loved the feeling of being on a broom, of zooming around the pitch. he didn’t even have to be playing quidditch. he just loved being up in the air and feeling the wind through his hair. it was so quiet up there, all by himself. most of the time the hufflepuff enjoyed the company of others and hated being by himself, but there were those rare occasions when he just needed time to think. or maybe he just needed time away from people. too much social interaction was probably unhealthy after a while.
that’s why the hufflepuff chaser currently found himself in the air, flying laps around the near empty pitch on a rather overcast fall day. he didn’t have class right now, and there didn’t seem to be any teams practicing at the moment, so he had the place virtually to himself. well, that’s what he had thought until he had looked down toward the grass and noticed a small figure, broom in hand.
he hadn’t bothered to bring any quidditch gear to practice with. today was strictly a flying sort of day, practicing loops and aerial stunts and whatnot. besides, it was kind of hard to practice anything quidditch-related by himself. using a quaffle to play catch all by his lonesome would probably seem a little odd. he'd done it before, though, and hadn't gotten a lot out of that exercise.
he couldn’t recognize the person on the ground below him, only because they were just too far away. he probably wouldn’t mind their company. anyone who loved to fly in their free time would be a great friend to have, right? keegs continued to move slowly thorough the air, not sure if he should greet the arrival or steer clear of them and enjoy the silence. |
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