QUIDDITCH anyone? or everyone?

[many_more_miles]

Miles crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the inner wall of the stadium and watching the other students fly around a bit, tossing quaffles to each other. It was basically free time in the Phoenix Stadium - any students were allowed to rent brooms or use their own for a few hours every day (except on game days), but the use of bludgers

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[malfoyy]

Draco decided to take his chances at the pitch. He knew it was rather likely that someone he more or less detested would be practicing there, but aside from kicking Jamie's ass the other day-he hadn't gotten in a proper practice in ages. Even if he didn't so much care about how well he was doing to in Quidditch-his body was feeling the consequences of lacking a daily work out.

When he approached the pitch, he was met with a crowd of students of varying ages spilling out and returning their Quidditch equipment. He pushed through the crowd, feeling inpatient, to the check-out desk.

Quaffle in hand, he made his way onto the pitch. He rolled his shoulders and neck one final time before he mounted his broom. When he was just about to push off, his eyes naturally scanned the sky-then rested on a dark silhouette staring down at him.

It only took a few seconds for Draco to identify Miles Bletchley. "Oh hell," he muttered. Draco shoved the Quaffle under his arm, cracked his knuckles, and flew up into the air. He wasn't about to leave just because he was here.

[many_more_miles]

Miles sneered when he finally recognized Draco. Generally he kept his face blank, but for Malfoy, he liked to show how much he detested the boy.

"Actually practicing, Malfoy?" he called. "Bit unlike yourself."

[malfoyy]

Draco rolled his eyes quickly. He was getting tired of hearing that. Very tired. "Original, Bletchley. Really, it hurts."

He tossed the Quaffle up in the air, catching it lightly, getting used it it's feel, it's imperfections from extreme use.

"How about a game of catch?" A usual chaser drill, but Draco was thinking more along the lines of dodgeball at this point.

[many_more_miles]

"I'm a Keeper," he stated unnecessarily. "Catching is essentially what I'm for."