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Week Name/Date/Time: When Worlds Collide / Friday 27 January / 3:10 PM.
Location: Quidditch pitch!
Open To: Anyone (And of course I'm assuming that means Dari will pop in later. . .)
Currently Involving: Troy, Lolita
Friday afternoon was sunny and clear, a change from the previous few days where Troy basically cursed the weather for not allowing him to fly. Sure, he could fly in the rain, he just wanted others to see him not look like a wet dog as he would swagger back into the castle. It had it's advantages, sure, but he wasn't up for it.
Which is why he was positively thrilled to be going out for a bit of a fly, his beloved Nimbus broom slung over his shoulders, an old Quaffle in one hand, and Lolita by his side. Quidditch AND Lolita?! Well, this was his day, really. Maybe even his week, in fact.
Blue and bronze scarf trailing behind him, he walked briskly, taking long strides as if he was impatient to get up in the air. He shot a smile to Lolita, "Really now, you'd better be as good as you SAY you are. I'd be disappointed, really." He tilted his head to the side charmingly, his brown eyes seeming to sparkle vividly.
Location: Quidditch pitch!
Open To: Anyone (And of course I'm assuming that means Dari will pop in later. . .)
Currently Involving: Troy, Lolita
Friday afternoon was sunny and clear, a change from the previous few days where Troy basically cursed the weather for not allowing him to fly. Sure, he could fly in the rain, he just wanted others to see him not look like a wet dog as he would swagger back into the castle. It had it's advantages, sure, but he wasn't up for it.
Which is why he was positively thrilled to be going out for a bit of a fly, his beloved Nimbus broom slung over his shoulders, an old Quaffle in one hand, and Lolita by his side. Quidditch AND Lolita?! Well, this was his day, really. Maybe even his week, in fact.
Blue and bronze scarf trailing behind him, he walked briskly, taking long strides as if he was impatient to get up in the air. He shot a smile to Lolita, "Really now, you'd better be as good as you SAY you are. I'd be disappointed, really." He tilted his head to the side charmingly, his brown eyes seeming to sparkle vividly.