 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
He was completely out of breath by the time he reached the flying pitch. It was a faint notion in the back of his mind, how strange it was to push and squeeze his way through the students to the center of the activity. To be required there was strange, rather than being another face on the sidelines.
There were a few people he recognized, but he only gave Simon a brief clap on the shoulder as he slipped past the seventh year and paused a few feet away from Damien. Hand in wand and panting, he blinked at each member present. If worry hadn't entangled his gut, he might have grinned at seeing everyone again. As it was nothing looked particularly good.
"Damien....Headmaster...Vindictus...." Oh pleasantries were not to be afforded! His eyes snapped back to Damien, full of their twitchy anticipation on exactly what he was supposed to do, waiting for an order. |