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WHO: Asch and Jaina, closed
LOCATION: The Quidditch field.
WEEK: 61
TIME: Friday night; early evening
WHAT: Skipping out on the ball and getting to know each other.
RATING: F for fluff.
Asch was a bit distracted as he quietly slipped into the Slytherin team room to change into something more appropriate for practice, the music from the ball loud enough to be heard even all the way over here. Just before he had left the castle, a letter from his father arrived via owl, only unlike the many howlers he had recieved, this was just a normal letter, begging him to come home. Somehow, the sincerity of the words and the simpleness of the letter made it so much harder to ignore than the howlers, and he could feel the paper in his back pocket, weighing him down.
He let out a soft sigh, pulling out his broom from the shed and holding it gingerly in his hands. For the first time in a long time, he did not know what he was supposed to do...
LOCATION: The Quidditch field.
WEEK: 61
TIME: Friday night; early evening
WHAT: Skipping out on the ball and getting to know each other.
RATING: F for fluff.
Asch was a bit distracted as he quietly slipped into the Slytherin team room to change into something more appropriate for practice, the music from the ball loud enough to be heard even all the way over here. Just before he had left the castle, a letter from his father arrived via owl, only unlike the many howlers he had recieved, this was just a normal letter, begging him to come home. Somehow, the sincerity of the words and the simpleness of the letter made it so much harder to ignore than the howlers, and he could feel the paper in his back pocket, weighing him down.
He let out a soft sigh, pulling out his broom from the shed and holding it gingerly in his hands. For the first time in a long time, he did not know what he was supposed to do...