Who: Seamus Finnigan, Lisa Turpin, and OPEN What: Just some good times on the Quidditch pitch. When: Monday, just after dinner. Where: The pitch! Rating: TBD, likely low. Status: Incomplete.
Dinner was particularly delicious tonight, and if Seamus didn't need the extra time practising he'd be having seconds. As it was, he wanted to make sure he proved to Ginny and the rest of the Gryffindors that he'd been the right choice. He wanted them to think that they should have let him on the team years ago.
Seamus had the broom on his shoulders, arms resting over it. Walking at a brisk pace to the pitch, he was glad of grabbing an extra layer before heading to the Great Hall. The wind ruffled through his hair as he neared his destination. He was looking forward to this time of solo practise; being alone while he flew gave him the little extra freedom he needed. In front of his teammates, Seamus flew with the weight of all his insecurities.
Lost in thought for a moment, Seamus almost didn't catch the fact that he wasn't the only one using the pitch before curfew.