Roger James Timothy Davies (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogeringdavies) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Roger wandered around the Victis Honor Day celebrations with an oddly heady mix of sadness and nostalgia, overlaid with more pedestrian feelings of contentment. The day was nice, and though Marcus wasn't here with him, he still enjoyed the feeling of being in a chattering crowd.
Having watched the winged horses for a while, his stomach suddenly began to inform him that he hadn't actually eaten since the night before, and that only the injection of food would mollify it. Vaguely, he remembered that Mel was going to be doing her usual stall filled with delicious food, and headed towards where it had been before. He caught her eye as he approached and waved happily. "Hello stranger," he called genially. "Care to feed a poor starving Quidditch player then?" He approached the stand and carelessly walked behind it to give her a hug. "What's new?"