Harold Eric Dingle (pl_harold) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-12-02 16:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, 1998 december, gregory goyle, harold dingle |
Who: Harold Dingle and Gregory Goyle [!Grab-me]
What: Harold is just stopping by the quidditch pitch
Where: The Quidditch Pitch
When: Wednesday
Rating: Low
Harold crept quietly into the locker room, hardly making a sound despite the fact he appeared to be walking quite casually. It didn't benefit a thief to look like a thief, especially when they were in the market to be thieving!
A lot of quidditch players, either the alumni or the students free from classes, were comign down to the pitch to practise lately, and it seemed the flying instructor was happy for them to do it. But when they did, they left their belongings behind, and it was there that Harold intended to have a quick root around, just to see if there was anything that they wouldn't miss terribly.
He turned a corner sharply and walked straight into a large, broad chest that knocked Harold stumbling backwards, though the impact appeared to have very little effect on its owner.
"Whoa, you sure know how to sneak up on a bloke!" He exclaimed before realising who exactly it was he'd bumped into, "Oh, how about we just forget we even spoke?"