Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unspeakableness) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I understand the feeling," he said, thinking about how his school years weren't that far behind but still felt like ages ago, something someone else had done. And yet, his brain still felt it necessary to send him dreams about Hogwarts and his time there. Not that this woman needed to know what he dreamt about. Most of the time, he didn't need to know. Or want to know. He much preferred waking up refreshed without any recollection of his dreams, but those only seemed to happen when he was very tired. Maybe tomorrow morning would be one of those times.
Zacharias nodded as he listened, not entirely liking how close the game was. If it were anything but a game meant for fun, he knew who'd be to blame for it. And it made him wonder, as it had before, what the point of chasers and keepers were if it call came down to the seekers. Were they just there to take blame, the scapegoats of the game? He wasn't sure, and he decided to keep his mouth shut on that matter.
"Close games can be a lot of fun," he said. "Stressful, too, since there's that extra push to catch the Snitch before the gap in points widens." He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "I'm Zacharias, by the way. Though you might have known that..." He wasn't sure if she did or not, but he figured it couldn't hurt to be polite and introduce himself just in case.