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holding_the_bag (holding_the_bag) wrote in seditio_wayback,

"No, this is my first time being here," he admitted, "but I was always curious about the place, ever since I read that poem. You know, ye tak the high road and I'll tak the low road?" He rolled his r's in a fairly reasonable imitation of a Scots accent as he recited the famous lines. "I never understood what it meant, but it piqued my curiousity. Not that being here makes it all clear," he laughed.

She was so pretty, he had wondered himself why she was alone, considered himself to be very lucky. Of course, maybe she was meeting someone that wasn't here yet. That would be more his luck. "My friend Gary was supposed to come with me," he said with a wry smile, "he was as excited about it as I was. But a family thing came up, and he had to go, so here I am." He shrugged, as if to say some things can't be helped so why sweat them. "What about you, are you meeting anyone here? Some other girls.... a guy maybe?" Although he hoped it wasn't the latter. Not that he minded competition, of course. That was what quidditch was all about, and most sports. But he wanted a chance to get to know her before her undoubtedly handsome and wealthy and debonair better half showed up, a chance to let his light shine before he got blown out of the water, so to speak.