RP: Fresh Air Stirs the Appetite

[rar_shelby]

Date: Monday, April 22, 1999
Characters: Shelby Fawcett, anyone?
Location: Lake at Hogwarts, lunchtime-ish
Status: Public
Summary: Shelby's trying to come up with another article idea.
Completion: incomplete

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[rar_reed]

Reed looked down and saw Shelby sitting on a rock. He must have missed the beginning of lunch again. He was still riding the wave of euphoria from yesterday's race for the Quidditch Cup and he'd had such a hard time concentrating through Double Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning that he thought he'd use his free period before lunch to work off some of his energy with a fly about the grounds.

Landing nearby, he called out a greeting. "Hi, Shelby. Nice day for eating outside, isn't it?"

[rar_shelby]

She looked up and saw Reed, broom in hand, approaching. "Hello, Reed. Yes, it's definitely one of the nicer ones, though any day it's not wet out suits me fine." She cocked her head at him. "Something the matter?" He looked wound up, not an unusual state for Reed, but he was positively vibrating compared to usual.

[rar_reed]

"Nah," he said. "It's all good. I'm still a little keyed up from yesterday. It was a wicked match even though we lost in the end. I was having a hard time staying on point in Potions and Defense, so I decided to have a fly before lunch."

He looked sheepish. "Might have something to do with all the chocolate Cam had to cheer up the team last night too." Reed really had too much.

[rar_shelby]

Right, there'd been a Quidditch match. Shelby had gone, but was distracted by a pattern she'd not mastered for Ancient Runes, so she was a bit half-hearted in her cheering. Not that she was overly energetic anyway.

"Oh, right. See what you mean." She nodded. "Did it help? Flying?" She wasn't a fan, but maybe Reed could explain it in such a way that appealed. Good reporters gleamed knowledge from anywhere they could.

She snorted. "The truth comes out. Death by chocolate. No one is immune."