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Dominic Avery (superior_blood) wrote in the_recruitment,

Practice had run late. The weather had been unusually fine as of late, and for the first time in a long time since practicing with the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team Dominic was not in dire need of a bath, nor splattered from head to toe with mud.

Despite the late hour, and the way Dominic's muscles protested to the more strenuous movements, he was grinning brightly, pleased with the success of yet another practice. Quidditch was his favorite pastime, and the looming match was greatly anticipated.

The Dormitory door banged open and shut behind him, as he carried his broomstick to his Four Poster and tossed it down after jerking the curtain open. It had been some time, what with practice and everything else, that Dominic had just sat in his dormitory, save for when he slept.

Starting to peel one layer after another of his gear off, he walked to the bed that belonged to Severus Snape. Reaching out, he gave one of the posts a had rap. No noise was coming from the bunk, which led him to believe his friend was inside.

That spell of his was a tricky thing.

Tugging at the curtain, he spoke. "Oi, mate. What are you doing this time?"