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Justin Finch-Fletchley (basilisk_srvivr) wrote in pandorarpg,

Justin loved watching quidditch. He thought it was one of the most wonderful activities one could possibly be involved in - if only the sports part of it weren't a requirement. Unfortunately most people seemed to like that part, so Justin often contented himself with pretending to enjoy a good play as he watched the players and imagined altogether different types of play.

Which all, in essence, meant that he wouldn't have missed this game for the world. Not only did he know a couple of the players - in various states of dress/undress - but it was to honour Harry.

He made his way up into the stands and looked around for familiar faces to sit with. He spotted Anthony Goldstein, and smirked. He almost hadn't recognized him without his medi-wizard robes on! They hadn't really socialized much, even when they'd been in the DA together, but Justin had seen him a few times at St. Mungo's, and had immediately respected his old classmate's professionalism.

He did, however, think the bloke needed to smile a little ever now and then. Then again, for all Justin knew, the moment Anthony left St. Mungo's, he threw his clothes off and laughed madly, throwing his arms in the air and dancing to club music. Though even if he didn't, he should.

"Hey, Healer Goldstein, mind if I join you?" he said as he made his way down the aisle toward where Anthony sat. Justin rarely took no for an answer, after all.