Cormac McLaggen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} macmclaggen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Cormac looked up, straightening his body as he did, but his breathing didn't slow any just yet. Nodding he huffed out, "Yeah," he reached out a hand in greeting, "Just finishing up a run. The cold air, takes me longer to get back to normal," he explained.
"You're um, Nott, right? You were, um," his breathing slowed a bit but his words still came a bit staggered, "couple years below me, right? Cormac," he introduced himself. He recognized the wizard from Slytherin, but hadn't actually known him in school. Then again, Cormac had hardly 'recognized' anyone in school. Girls in short skirts, Oliver Wood on the pitch, Horace Slughorn when he was giving out praise, but unless you'd been down his nose - because that was the only way he looked at anyone in school - he probably hadn't seen you.