Who: Terrence and Zach What: talking about how this went so badly D: When: Saturday, evening Where: T's room Warnings: language, probably
It hadn't been a bad day for Terrence at all. With the Quidditch game coming up the next day, he'd spent the majority of the day on the pitch. It was unfortunate that the games had been announced so last minute, but the competition would end before Terrence graduated, and for that he was grateful.
He had thrown all of his attention and energy into the practice, chasing the Snitch until darkness began to fall. Even then, he'd managed one last catch in the dim light, and was feeling rather good about himself for it. He'd been tempted to try it again, but knew that he was likely to lose the ball - through no fault of his own, of course; Quidditch wasn't made to be played in the dark, especially in his position.
A pleasant exhaustion seeped into his bones as he headed back to his room, intending to have a long shower. But he had barely closed the door, kicked off his shoes, and taken a few steps towards the bathroom when he heard the doorknob turning again. There was only one person who would be able to get into his room without knocking - probably only one person who would even try - but Terrence turned sharply all the same, his instincts on alert.