Who: Leith Urquhart and OPEN Where: Quidditch stands When: Saturday afternoon What: He's...reading? Rating: TBD Note: See Ioan's RP post note.
Leith was bored, and calling his attitude bored was a significant understatement. Normally on a Saturday like this he'd be attending to the hordes of customers that flocked to Dervish and Banges on a weekend. He'd be selling and buying and making deals and generally a lot busier than he'd managed to stay, here at Hogwarts. Unlike his days at a student, he didn't have Quidditch or studies to occupy his time. Very few of his friends, if you could call them that, were here. There was Tristan, but he and Tristan had never been particularly close. There was also Angelina, but talking to her was like tossing a lit match into a barrel of firewhiskey and expecting it not to burn.
So, he'd made his way outside to a place where he'd always felt comfortable, if not right at home. He was sitting in the first row of the Slytherin bleachers, arms draped over the front panel, a book in one hand. It wasn't light reading by any means. The text was a medicinal guide to known and suspected maladies, but so far, he wasn't having any luck with finding something about a magic-sapping virus.
Perhaps he'd have had more luck with something on Potions, but he didn't feel like going back inside just yet.