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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Tuesday, 11 October / 6:30pm
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Fiii, then others!
Currently Involving: Peter
Eurgh the ground was all WET, Peter thought as he dragged his broom out onto the field. WET and it smelled, kind of. But it didn't matter because there was QUIDDITCH! He'd eaten dinner at lightening speed and was far too excited to spend the remaining time before curfew falling off his Comet as many times as humanly possible. Jumping up in the air at the thought of it, he suddenly rushed towards the middle of the field.
It was a bit chilly, and with the wet ground and the dragging broom... well. It was rather inevitable. He slid and went skidding across the field, only to drag himself back up with a triumphant "HaHA!" and continue on. Robes now flapping wetly about him, he got on his broom and attempted to rise off the ground. The broom offered him an abrupt spurt foward before stopping midair.
"OI! OI YOU!" he shouted at the thing. But to no avaaail.
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Fiii, then others!
Currently Involving: Peter
Eurgh the ground was all WET, Peter thought as he dragged his broom out onto the field. WET and it smelled, kind of. But it didn't matter because there was QUIDDITCH! He'd eaten dinner at lightening speed and was far too excited to spend the remaining time before curfew falling off his Comet as many times as humanly possible. Jumping up in the air at the thought of it, he suddenly rushed towards the middle of the field.
It was a bit chilly, and with the wet ground and the dragging broom... well. It was rather inevitable. He slid and went skidding across the field, only to drag himself back up with a triumphant "HaHA!" and continue on. Robes now flapping wetly about him, he got on his broom and attempted to rise off the ground. The broom offered him an abrupt spurt foward before stopping midair.
"OI! OI YOU!" he shouted at the thing. But to no avaaail.