Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-04-20 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gregory goyle, character: tristan travers |
Quidditch on a sunny Saturday
Who: Greg and Tristan
What: Quidditch, conversation
Where: Finnigan's, the Den
When: Saturday April 18th, Afternoon [Backdated]
Rating: SFW for now
In the months he'd lived in Monument Alley, Greg had learned to arrive early for Quidditch if he wanted to find a seat. So he set his home wireless to the right channel as he slowly caught up on the journal entries he'd missed through the week, a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans at his elbow. He didn't comment much, and he refused on principal to read anything from Granger, Potter or the stupid Weasleys, but he looked out for anything his friends had written and tried to commit important details to memory. When the pre-match coverage began, he gathered up his things and turned the wireless off before heading to Finnigan's.
He could have listened to the match at home. In some ways, it would have been easier - he could have set the wireless volume to the exact level he needed to be comfortable - but he'd found that if he tried to listen to it by himself, his attention wandered and at the end of a match he was left with the final score, but no idea who'd scored the goals or how Marcus had played. Listening at Finnigan's meant that at least he had the crowd around him to act as notification of important plays or goals.
Afternoon matches seemed to draw more of a crowd, and with as close to the end of the season as they were, he was lucky his preferred table was still free. Greg sprawled out on the seat, not looking like he'd welcome company much, and set the half-finished packet of Every Flavour Beans down on the table.