Who: Andy Kirke and Blaise Zabini When: Friday afternoon Where: Quidditch Pitch Summary: Andy is moping. Someone please help him. [I'm not used to him being so depressed, and it's rubbing off on my other kids. X)] Rating: TBA
Storm clouds thundered high above Andy's head, but Andy didn't seem to notice. He was hovering quietly in the very center of the Pitch, laid out flat against his broom as if it was the most comfortable hammock in the world. From here, he could glimpse all of Hogwarts despite the rapidly deteriorating weather conditions, an owl's view of the place that had watched him grow up for seven years. He saw the Whomping Willow, swaying precariously in the wind. He saw the Astronomy Tower, still in repair after last year's battle. He saw the greenhouses and the pier, the lake where his friend Squidy lived, even the Hogsmeade train station if he squinted. Already the clouds were getting too dense for him to see the actual Village of Hogsmeade, but Andy didn't seem to care.
He sighed and turned to look westward. Out in the Forbidden Forest, he could see trees moving ominously just beyond Hagrid's Hut. He vaguely wondered what was making them shift so strangely, though the curiosity faded quickly. Bad weather usually made things look more ominous than they actually were, and Andy was in no mood to go off investigating the source of the oddness around the Hogwarts grounds. He had long since known the dangers surrounding the school, mainly from stories his mother would tell him and his sister. And when he first arrived at the school, he made sure to keep his distance from the forest. Now, however, it didn't seem quite so frightening, at least not after everything he had seen, everything that had happened throughout his seven years here at the school.
A hole was starting to form in the pit of his stomach, and with a grimace, Andy realized that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and that it was already getting late into the afternoon hours. Slowly, he descended back down to the ground just as a light rain began to fall like a sheer curtain all around him. He didn't quicken his pace any, just setting his broom down and walking at an average (yet slow for Andy) pace. It wasn't like he had to be anywhere any time soon. His Housemates likely hated him for losing points for seemingly no reason, and he had to say he wasn't proud of it either. But he didn't regret it. Nothing he had ever done while here at Hogwarts did he regret. And as much as he was upset about the recent events that had taken place at this school, he knew in his heart that he was going to miss it here, in the place that had been molding him into the young wizard he was today ever since he stepped into those front gates when he was only eleven years old.