I hope there’s alcohol in there…
care to share?
Go ahead, there’s plenty to go around.
*grabs a glace and holds it up to salute* Thank you, kind sir *grin*
I hope there’s alcohol in there…
care to share?
Dawn stumbled onto the quidditch pitch, holding a broom and shivering. ’Mmm, Nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass at sunrise’. Yes, sunrise, Why was our pretty, little Ravenclaw beater out this early, you ask? Simple, she was completely, one hundred percent, obsessed with Quidditch. That and she was determined to be the best beater in the whole school, one didn’t get that distinction by sleeping in.
She ran through a series of stretches, and warm ups and was on her 77th push up (beaters need strong arms) when she noticed a lone figure making it’s way towards the pitch in the early morning haze.
Em hated waking up early. Morning was for sleeping. But, since she was horribly and horrendously unfit since sleeping for a week in the Hospital Wing, she needed all the exercise she could get. Being a Chaser wasn’t as easy as she used to think, now that Lee-Slave-Driver-Chang was Captain, and being out of shape wasn’t helping her keep her spot on the team.
She found Dawn doing push-ups on the Quidditch pitch, as usual. Dawn was probably the only person in the wizarding world who loved Quidditch more than Em, which meant a lot. Em dragged her broom behind her and sat on the grass next to her. “Hey, Whitey,” she greeted with a grin. “Doing drills this fine morning?”
It was Emmeline Vance, her fellow Quidditch enthusiast. The only one more ‘hardcore’ than them was probably Chang, but that’s to be expected. “Hey, Vance. Good to see you up and about! You know it, no pain, no gain!”She finishes her push ups and settles down on the grass to catch her breath. “Are you up for some laps? I was just about to start mine”
Dawn was annoyed; well, maybe not so much annoyed as restless. All she ever did was study or practice- which, isn’t a bad thing, mind you. She was smart, she did get sorted into Ravenclaw, after all, and very much enjoyed a good book and learning. She also lived for quidditch, her dad had taught her how to play and after his untimely death it made her feel close to him every time she took to the air. But she was so much more than just the Ravenclaw beater, and she was so bored of studying and being cooped up. She wanted to move, and dance, and just stop worrying. These were dark times, but Dawn was still young and she intended to enjoy it.
Suddenly, a door popped out of a seemingly solid wall. what the…? Now, I know that wasn’t there before.’ Cautiously approaching the door, Dawn poked it her wand. The door seemed to fall open on it’s own accord, and music drifted out. Music? Now we’re talking!’ She pushed the door open the remainder of the way to be confronted with a picture perfect escape.
The ‘room’ was a beachfront, complete with sand, a bonfire and bottles of firewhisky alluringly spread in front of a blanket. She collapsed on the blanket, taking in the soft ocean waves and the uppity beat of the music. Opening a bottle of whisky, all she could think was that this was near perfection. Just needed a drinking buddy to complete the picture.
Septima shuffled down the corridor, books weighing her down nearly as much as her troubles. As she passed by the door to the Room of Requirement, she heard music wafting out and the cap of a bottle twisting off. She poked her head in and furrowed her brow, looking to see what kind of time was going on inside… There, sitting on a blanket on “the beachfront” was Dawn, her fellow Ravenclaw. “Dawn, hi…” she said quietly, stepping inside slowly. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked, smiling forcedly and shrugging her shoulders.
As if in response to her thoughts, a voice invades the lovely paradise. Dawn glances up to see Septima standing in the door way. ”Septima! if it isn’t one of my favorite dorm mates! of course you can join!” Dawn smiles, then frowns slightly, Septima seems troubled. Though, as far as Dawn’s noticed, Septima is rather serious and maybe a tad neurotic. ‘Relaxation, the perfect solution to all that ails. and the alcohol doesn’t hurt, of course!’
Dawn stumbled onto the quidditch pitch, holding a broom and shivering. ’Mmm, Nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass at sunrise’. Yes, sunrise, Why was our pretty, little Ravenclaw beater out this early, you ask? Simple, she was completely, one hundred percent, obsessed with Quidditch. That and she was determined to be the best beater in the whole school, one didn’t get that distinction by sleeping in.
She ran through a series of stretches, and warm ups and was on her 77th push up (beaters need strong arms) when she noticed a lone figure making it’s way towards the pitch in the early morning haze.
Dawn was annoyed; well, maybe not so much annoyed as restless. All she ever did was study or practice- which, isn’t a bad thing, mind you. She was smart, she did get sorted into Ravenclaw, after all, and very much enjoyed a good book and learning. She also lived for quidditch, her dad had taught her how to play and after his untimely death it made her feel close to him every time she took to the air. But she was so much more than just the Ravenclaw beater, and she was so bored of studying and being cooped up. She wanted to move, and dance, and just stop worrying. These were dark times, but Dawn was still young and she intended to enjoy it.
Suddenly, a door popped out of a seemingly solid wall. what the…? Now, I know that wasn’t there before.’ Cautiously approaching the door, Dawn poked it her wand. The door seemed to fall open on it’s own accord, and music drifted out. Music? Now we’re talking!’ She pushed the door open the remainder of the way to be confronted with a picture perfect escape.
The ‘room’ was a beachfront, complete with sand, a bonfire and bottles of firewhisky alluringly spread in front of a blanket. She collapsed on the blanket, taking in the soft ocean waves and the uppity beat of the music. Opening a bottle of whisky, all she could think was that this was near perfection. Just needed a drinking buddy to complete the picture.
Hello! How are you?
