|Marcus Flint. (the_flintstone) wrote in time_of_trial,|
@ 2009-10-16 19:43:00
|Entry tags:||character: marcus flint, character: oliver wood, location: hogwarts grounds|
Who: Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood.
What: An accidental meeting... and who knows.
Where: Somewhere outside on Hogwarts grounds.
Warnings: I guess, violence? You never know with these two.
What he came here for was over now, and he was wondering what to do now. He didn't really plan to stay at Hogwarts, or Hogsmeade for that matter, but getting back to London sounded equally annoying. He looked around, clutching the broom in his hand - it was getting darker now.
He didn't think much about it, as always, and a few seconds later he was pushing off the ground, flying up towards the darkening sky. He loved flying, just like he loved everything about Quidditch - the feeling of freedom it gave to him, the feeling of power - like there was nothing he couldn't achieve, like everything was possible. The adrenaline was pumping in his veins, and the air was swishing around his ears as he did a few sharp turns, diving down and then flying up again.