 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
It was such a weird sight to her eyes, Henry sitting in the stands of the Quidditch pitch instead of flying around, that Daisy didn't exactly sit down next to Henry straight away. She awkwardly stood standing up for a few seconds, too many seconds to not be noticeable, eyeing Henry and his broomstick before deciding that maybe the boy just wasn't in a flying mood. ... was he ill or something? It was a bit early in the year for the flu, but who knew?
Eventually, she shrugged her shoulders and sat down next to him, though.
"Oh, nothing much. I was supposed to be training but the day is too good to waste inside the castle." She glanced at the sky with a small smile before turning to look back at him. Not that flying at sunset didn't have its perks, though. Well, while sunsets were visible anyway. Soon enough,
the skies would just go from grey to black without going through any other colour. "And I've done all my homework anyway." Thanks to her very studious, very focused best friend that seemed intent on converting her towards a more scheduled life. Surprisingly, it was working.
She nodded at his words, but a tiny frown was visible in the end. She got what he was saying, the stands were a quiet spot but they weren't meant to be. Quidditch stands were supposed to be noisy and colourful, filled with people dressed in house colours and carrying banners. But they weren't and there was no point in mentioning that because she knew Henry's opinion. Instead, she shook those thoughts away and grinned teasingly at him. "Whittebrook, your secret spot are the Quidditch stands." And just to prove her point better, she nodded towards her broomstick. "Honestly, I'm surprised it took my this long to figure it out."
"Tell me, how is Prefect life treating you? Have those Hufflepuffs given you a lot of headaches yet?"
Last edited by Crayola; 05-18-2017 at 02:45 PM.
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