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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

It was the yell that caught George's attention where he sat in the stands. He'd been watching the kid who was getting his first flying lesson, remembering when his older brothers had taken him and Fred for their fist flight. He'd stopped by the pitch to post a few fliers for blokes interested in joining his Holyhead Harpies cheerleading team. He'd been thinking endlessly about Quidditch since he'd talked to Angie the previous night. He hadn't really played much since losing Fred, really only the memorial game, but he missed the thrill of flying, even if it hurt a bit to think of. But when he'd heard that shout, he quickly looked to see who it was, and was pleasantly surprised to see Ally speading into the air. He leaned back and watched her fly around for a bit with a smile on his face.

When she flew closer he let out a loud whistle to catch her attention and waved, seeing if shed touch down long enough to say hello. He hadn't talked to her recently, but the meeting last night had left him worried about her, and he'd been thinking of her as much as Qudditch. He wanted the chance to make sure she was alright, and to offer any help he might be able to give. "Oy Ally!" he called.