Blaise Zabini (fencesitter) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-02-11 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: blaise zabini, character: daphne greengrass, date: 1998 - 02, location: hogwarts - other |
Who: Blaise, Daphne
What: Flying
When: The 11th, Saturday.
Where: Hogwarts, the Pitch
Rating: TBD, probably low.
Even when you were amongst the favored few, the atmosphere of life at school this year could be trying. Blaise sometimes wished, in vain, that the mess of Voldemort's return and the Ministry's change, as well as Dumbledore's death and the changes at school, could have held off another year so that he could have been to of school and able to avoid the mess of it more readily.
There was no point dwelling on that though, given he was here now, and it was going on. Blaise just made the best of it.
Quidditch was, at least, a nice change for him this year. He'd always liked the sport, but in the past the team hadn't been a priority of Blaise's. (And given past preferences for team members with more muscle than skill, he'd never wanted to put himself out to attempt a tryout.) But this year, the distraction of playing was a welcome contrast to the daily routine.
Still, it was his first year, and Blaise sometimes felt like he had to work harder to try to make up for that. Which was what brought him out to the Pitch. No one had it booked, that he knew of, so he figured he could run a few drills.
He'd only just made his way out to the middle of the pitch, bringing his broom with him, when he spotted someone else already on their broom. It was a big Pitch, so one other flier wouldn't have deterred him, but he stopped for a moment to figure out who it was before he mounted up. He'd rather know if it was some Gryffindor he'd have to watch his back around.