Cedric was sitting in the sand, broom next to him. It was a nice night, not as warm as it had been and he was taking that opportunity to enjoy the beach. It was one of the nicer moments Cedric had had at this beach, after all.

He hadn't gone flying in a few weeks and he was eager to go up, speed through the sky and enjoy the sea mist.

( Wherein things fall apart and get put back together... )

( An unexpected trip... )

After his rather confusing encounter with Isabel at the Perk, Cedric's dragged his broomstick out to the relative quiet of the beach. He'd left Jack a message about his whereabouts and waited to see if he'd come. He'd wanted to fly and Cedric wanted to show him.

[For Jack, please]

Unable to sleep, again, and unwilling to wander the halls, Cedric's made his way to the beach just because he enjoys the quiet and the breeze and the water.

He slips his shoes off, setting them in the sand beside him and lays back, hands behind his head, staring up at the brightening sky.

[For Jack]

Cedric arrives early and takes that small thatch of time to sit in the sand and enjoy the quiet sounds of the water and the wind brushing around him. It's warm again and he's finally learned to dress for the weater. Basically, that means he's left his sweater behind this time ( Read more... )

After leaving Jack's room, checking in at his cabin to make sure nothing else had gone awry overnight, Cedric grabs his wand and makes his way towards the beach. He hasn't practiced at all in awhile and, should the day ever come, he needs to be sharp and ready to return to his world.

[No interaction. Establishing only.]