Who: Stavros and OPEN Where: The grounds somewhere When: Tuesday, late afternoon What: Randomness. Stavros needs to get out of his shell.
Quidditch never failed to put Stavros in a good mood. Of course, you couldn't really tell Stavros's mood by looking at him, most of the time; he tended to have the same stoic expression on his face whenever one came across him. That didn't mean he wasn't capable of emotion, though -- he was just raised not to wear them on his sleeve.
At any rate, Stavros exited the pitch at a leisurely pace, hair damp from his post-practice shower. He didn't feel like going back to the common room yet, as he was rather enjoying the crisp winter air. Besides, he'd spent far too long in the dungeons lately, holed up studying for Transfiguration pretty much since the party. Stavros didn't like falling behind, and he had studied until he felt like he was on top of things again. Some people might call him obsessive, but Stavros preferred 'driven'.
He traversed the grounds and chose a bench by the lake to just sit and enjoy the fresh air.