Braden Capper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bcapper) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} landing_rpg,@ 2009-01-31 00:29:00 |
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Who: Braden and Zara
When: 3 pm
Where: RoR
What: Braden wants to see his woman :]
Rating: TBD
Braden and Zara hadn't been seeing much of each other lately. He supposed it had a lot to do with the fact that it was finals time, and everyone had their heads in books, Braden included. They may not have been the looming NEWT exams, which he was already dreading for next year, but he still had tests to take, and he was determined to do well on them.
But seeing as it was Saturday today, Braden's head was officially clear of all study material, and he was in quite a pleasant mood. The final match was coming up today, and he wanted to wish Zara good luck before she headed off to play her last game of the year. Hopefully it would end better than Gryffindor's last had.
Pulling open the doors, Braden smiled to find a familiar room waiting for him. It seemed to be the same room that always appeared whenever he brought Zara here: a wide sofa with a large blanket on the floor before a crackling fireplace. Since Zara hadn't arrived yet, he moved to take a seat on the quilt, letting his back lean against the couch as he stretched his legs out, kicking off his trainers.
When: 3 pm
Where: RoR
What: Braden wants to see his woman :]
Rating: TBD
Braden and Zara hadn't been seeing much of each other lately. He supposed it had a lot to do with the fact that it was finals time, and everyone had their heads in books, Braden included. They may not have been the looming NEWT exams, which he was already dreading for next year, but he still had tests to take, and he was determined to do well on them.
But seeing as it was Saturday today, Braden's head was officially clear of all study material, and he was in quite a pleasant mood. The final match was coming up today, and he wanted to wish Zara good luck before she headed off to play her last game of the year. Hopefully it would end better than Gryffindor's last had.
Pulling open the doors, Braden smiled to find a familiar room waiting for him. It seemed to be the same room that always appeared whenever he brought Zara here: a wide sofa with a large blanket on the floor before a crackling fireplace. Since Zara hadn't arrived yet, he moved to take a seat on the quilt, letting his back lean against the couch as he stretched his legs out, kicking off his trainers.