Who: Poppy Caxton and Colin Creevey What: A meeting on the pitch at 6:17 Where: The Quidditch Pitch When: [BACKDATED] Sunday evening, 6:17 pm
Colin was surprisingly prompt when it came to his friends, or other things that he was interested, and at around six he got ready to go. He had been amused when he’d seen the journal entry from Poppy (signed, the Management, of course). He’d been excited through out the day, not one hundred percent sure what they’d be up to, but it was bound to be the greatest thing ever. He hung his camera around his neck, stuffing his wand in his back pocket, he turned to leave the portrait hole, after telling Jack he was going to meet Poppy.
He practically skipped down the hallway, greeting people happily as he did so. Colin didn’t wander out to the pitch very often, he wasn’t as big a fan of quidditch as most of the other school, and so Colin only went down to the pitch during games. He wasn’t particularly fond of flying, not since his first year, and so, the pitch really held very little for him.
“Pooooooooooooppy.” He called loudly as he moved towards the middle of the pitch.