Who: Marcus Flint and Theodore Nott. What: Flying training. When: Afternoon. Where: Near the Greenhouses. Warnings: None at the current time.
After a bit of fiasco during the dance, which after all turned out to not be such a disaster as it looked at the first sight - Marcus would never admit, but he was quite thankful he got away from Wood before they could talk more - he was returning to Hogwarts again in such short time. He apparated in front of the grounds' gate. As he entered the grounds, he started to levitate a package he had been holding, walking swiftly to the meeting he had arranged before.
He wasn't sure if it would be up to any good, but he was willing to give it a try. If nothing else, he could brag about his flying and Quidditch skills in front of someone new - and that was something Marcus enjoyed anytime.
The grass was crushing under his feet, and he allowed himself to grin a little. If there was something he missed on the school, it was Quidditch. Of course, he got to play it now, but the professional league wasn't the same. He was quite happy about being able to get back to it, even if it was just for a bit.