Hamish Fraser is not a hamster (notahamster) wrote in acciogoblet, @ 2012-09-06 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | hamish fraser, larissa samuels |
Characters: Hamish and Larissa
Setting: Quidditch pitch, Thursday morning, September 6
Summary: Hamish tries some flight therapy.
Status: In progress.
Hamish was tired of tossing and turning in bed. His mind kept going back to his parents, the baby and, above all, the lack of Quidditch. Since he joined the team, playing had become not only a hobby but a way for him to recover from the boredom of the stuffier classes and forget his problems. And now that this option was gone, what would he do instead?
He opened his eyes. Light was peeping through the window. With a muffled grumble, he got dressed as silently as he could, grabbed his broomstick, and left his dormitory. There was still some time before breakfast, so hopefully he'd be able to let off a little steam before meeting the others. It wouldn't be the same thing as practising, he thought, but he hoped it would still help him clear his mind.
After a long succession of stairs and having to hide behind a suit of armour for a couple of minutes to avoid Peeves, Hamish finally got out of the castle and reached the pitch. Good, he thought, it was empty. It looked like nobody else had had the same idea as him. Not that he'd mind the company, but he'd like to try a few laps by himself first.
He took a deep breath, mounted his broom, and took off.