Who: Ayers and Alfie When: September 18th, after dinner Where: Quidditch pitch What: Practicing Rating: Pg to start, for language and vulgar boy talk Open/Closed: closed/incomplete
He hadn't invited Megan to come; he'd thought about it, but realized that this needed to be guy time for flying, especially with his buddy Alfie. He had left dinner, waving at Megan as he had left, mouthing, 'Talk later,', leaving her with her friends as he made a dash to the Hufflepuff common room. Ayers went down the stairs, into the main room, to his own room behind the barrel door to grab his broom and throw on some gear. He wasn't sure how violent Alfie wanted to get, but Ayers didn't want to be caught in a lurch, so he put on the whole outfit, ready for a real practice. He made his way up the stairs, heading out the door, almost whistling as he hit the fresh air.
Things had actually been going exceedingly well. He still hadn't had a chance to talk to Wayne; hell, he'd barely seen the bloke. And while it made him a bit nervous, he thought he could handle it once he finally caught up with Hopkins. And the chatter in the journals about the critters Hagrid had given them to raise was a bit alarming; entertaining to a degree but disturbing at how quick the students seemed to come at each other over a bug. Ayers loved CoMC; he was not as fond of these little critters as he was of the other kinds of things they could raise. He didn't think he was being biased; he was just more partial to larger warm blooded animals, and things closer related to dragons and the like.
He walked down the long grassed area, keeping an eye out for Alfie all the while. Ayers was eager to speak with Aflie about things, catching up as it were. It was baffling how they could live at the same place, in the same house, and yet barely see each other in passing at meals and in the common room. He stopped a moment, turning his eyes towards his favorite teacher's hut and the Forbidden Forest, decided that he would put something up in the journals, to warn people about jumping the gun at Hagrid. He was surprised how right Millicent Bulstrode had been in her comments. He'd meant to add something to what she'd said, but he'd been reading it with Megan and kissing her had distracted him, making him forget to write. Megan had been kissed him loads in the last three days, making him forget things in the best kind of way.
He grinned to himself about that as he turned down the hill, towards the pitch.