Name(s): Luke fon Fabre & Open to Whomever.
Location: Wandering Persists!
Week: Week 33
Time: Afternoon Sometime?
Rating: RATED T FOR TEEN
Warnings: Swearing, mild animated violence and alcohol references.
They're there. Really. QUIDDITCH IS A LIE.
The youth stifled a yawn as he rounded one of the corners into another hallway. After a while of wandering the same-y expanses of endless hallways they started to look very similar, and after the initial shock factor of being somewhere new wore off it just seemed like a big pain in the neck.
In any case, two people had invited him to watch some.. Quid sport thing since he had never heard of it. Since he was sick of looking around and trying to ask people about going home, Luke decided that it might be a good waste of time to try and find the field just in case he decided to take them up on their offer. Just in case. Not like there was going to be anything interesting about a sport he had never heard of even if there was a bunch of flying around involved. 'How good can it be if I've never heard of it?' he wondered to himself; If it was important than his teachers or parents would have mentioned it to him.
'..Come to think of it, where would you play something like that?' Luke took out the enchanted book thing in order to read over exactly what they had said. Wouldn't be much purpose in having a field in a sport that people just flew around in, would it? Ugh. "I bet they were making that crap up."