Albus Dumbledore (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oddmenttweak) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hogwarts_dawn, |
Albus had always enjoyed Quidditch. He'd never played - he was not naturally gifted and didn't have the time or the inclination to put in the work - but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy watching the odd game. And the one he'd just seen, however casual, had been impressive. The sport had obviously come on in leaps and bounds since his own time. Perhaps he should look for an updated copy of 'Quidditch through the Ages' in the library...
Once the game was over, the young Professor climbed down from his seat in the stands, stepping out onto the green of the pitch where the players and other castle residents were still standing and talking in the sunshine. Albus nodded to a few of them, then started making his way across the pitch towards the exit. He hesitated, however, when he noticed quaffle, rolling lazily on the floor a few feet away.
Trending carefully towards it, Albus scooped the ball up and looked around. The box was a short distance away and he headed towards it, dropping the quaffle carefully into place and securing the strap up tightly. It wouldn't do any good to start losing the little equipment they had, after all.