s (plaited) wrote in hallowed_times, @ 2013-02-22 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | susan bones, terry boot |
Who: Susan Bones and Terry Boot
When: Saturday, After the Match
Where: The Quidditch Pitch
Summary: One Friend celebrates while the other looses two galleons.
Rating: PG 13 for talking about Sex
Susan was elated. She couldn't have asked for a more exciting game and she was happy that they had won. She had wanted it desperately, mostly because Zacharias was counting on all of them to win. She knew that he had some sort of fancy scout coming to see him play and she was happy to help out her housemate and friend with impressing him. She'd spoken to the man briefly after the game, when she was approached. She sung Zacharias's praises and how he'd done such a good job training all of them, how he rode them hard, but was fair and that he had some tricks up his sleeve that she was sure others had never seen before. The man seemed impressed, and Susan was satisfied that she'd given him a good impression of her Zachy-poo.
Everybody had gone back to the castle, and Susan had been the last out of the showers. There were a few people mingling on the far end of the field, but they were so far away, Susan couldn't see who they were. Instead of going back however, she decided to stick around. There wasn't much chance to get solitude now a days, and while Susan loved being around people, being by herself was somewhat more of a pleasure she indulged in more and more. Perhaps she was readying herself for what was to come. Going to Romania would be a big change. It was remote, and so few people had access to what was out there, that it was something that she wasn't sure she'd be able to be used to right away. She didn't want to think of the fact that for the most part, she knew that she'd be living out in a tent for most of the year, with strangers that would likely become her family.
Susan climbed the steps of one of the bleachers, high up in to the sky she went and found it empty. She was glad for that. Walking along the benches, Susan balanced herself as she did so, pulling her coat around her as it was still a bit chilly in the air. She walked along them like the balance beam, and she started to dance across them, ballet style, being careful not to fall off. She also began singing to herself quietly, enjoying her time alone. Unable to toe dance comfortably, she pranced, twirling as she went. It was fun. She was happy.
She didn't however, spy an audience that she had across the wide quidditch pitch in an opposite set of bleachers, watching her dance and carry on, just celebrating everything that was currently going right in her life.