BACKSTORY: (Since The Game Has Yet To Start) Who: Benjy Williams & Edgar Bones Where: The Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts When: May 2, 1976, 7:00pm Rating: PG-13 (minor language) Thread: Complete
The wind was brisk as it ruffled the blonde hair of Benjy Williams, a sixth year Hufflepuff. He flew around the Quidditch pitch testing the speed limits of his broom as he darted back and forth. This was his second year on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team as Seeker, and he was desperately hoping that next year he would be named Captain. Quidditch consumed the boy's life. He ate/slept/breathed it when at all possible. He had even ducked out of Charms class early this evening just so he could get onto the pitch as soon as the Ravenclaws were done practicing. He had been out in the air for about an hour on his own, running through various exercises but now the chill was beginning to get to him. It was, only early May and the air smelt as if a rain fall was eminently approaching.
Lowering himself slowly to the ground he hopped off his broom and proped it against the long pillars that supported the stands. He ran a hand through his slightly shaggy hair trying to mildly work out the tangles that had been matted by the wind. The young boy took a deep breath soaking in the pitch, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He reached in to a pocket sewn into the inside left breast of his robes and pulled out a carton of cigarettes. Shaking them slightly to loosen one up he put he carton to his mouth and pulled away, a single smoke caught between his teeth. Grabbing his wand from his right pocket and quick flick later the tobacco began to burn and Benjy took a deep breath. This, right here, was his heaven.