RP: Look, in the sky
Date: April 10, 1999
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Marcus Flint
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private-ish (ping?)
Summary: Alicia jogs after work and finds someone she wasn't expecting.
Completion: Incomplete
Alicia loved working up a good sweat. Yeah, it meant she was sticky and probably smelly, but she wasn't trying to attract anyone. She was just jogging- not even a vigorous run, like her morning runs. She'd come home from work with excess energy to burn and, as always, things to think about.
She smirked to herself when she slowed to a walk outside of the park where people were often flying or playing quidditch. Since when did I think so much? The jog had been easy, but long, and her left calf was starting to cramp up as usual, so she plopped herself on the ground and began to stretch it.
After a few moments, she noticed someone had started to fly since she had arrived. She admired the flier, thinking he wasn't the most graceful but had a good energy- a bit rough, perhaps. Might make a good beater or keeper. She leaned back on her hands, feeling stretched out and a bit lazy, and contented herself with watching the flier for a little bit. She had returned Oliver's broom a few weeks ago, and the longer she watched, the more she wished she hadn't. She really needed to set some money aside for her own broom.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Marcus Flint
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private-ish (ping?)
Summary: Alicia jogs after work and finds someone she wasn't expecting.
Completion: Incomplete
Alicia loved working up a good sweat. Yeah, it meant she was sticky and probably smelly, but she wasn't trying to attract anyone. She was just jogging- not even a vigorous run, like her morning runs. She'd come home from work with excess energy to burn and, as always, things to think about.
She smirked to herself when she slowed to a walk outside of the park where people were often flying or playing quidditch. Since when did I think so much? The jog had been easy, but long, and her left calf was starting to cramp up as usual, so she plopped herself on the ground and began to stretch it.
After a few moments, she noticed someone had started to fly since she had arrived. She admired the flier, thinking he wasn't the most graceful but had a good energy- a bit rough, perhaps. Might make a good beater or keeper. She leaned back on her hands, feeling stretched out and a bit lazy, and contented herself with watching the flier for a little bit. She had returned Oliver's broom a few weeks ago, and the longer she watched, the more she wished she hadn't. She really needed to set some money aside for her own broom.