Post by Wyl on Aug 1, 2005 11:50:09 GMT
A week after Hufflepuff's Quidditch victory, Wyl snuck out of bed and threw his school robes on over his pyjamas - deciding that his Quidditch robes would be more obvious in the dark - and slipped his feet into his slippers. He walked out of the Common Room, walking around the corridors as though he was patrolling them - although most of the students would've been in bed long ago. His slippered feet padded along the floor and soon he'd reached the doors that lead him out to the Grounds.
He left the castle and headed toward the Pitch, intending to simply lay in the grass and remember his games - from one of his first matches playing as Chaser and winning the Cup to his most recent one as Captain and Seeker. As he passed the broom cupboard he toyed with the idea of collecting a school broom from there and doing few lazy laps around the Pitch, then decided against it. He came to the outskirts of the stadium and walked in through the doors, his feet suddenly making no noise against the well-trodden dirt. He came to the edge of the Pitch and his feet sank into the sand underneath the goalposts. He removed his slippers and ran to the centre of the Pitch, collapsing onto the ground with a lopsided, delighted grin stretched across his face, staring at the velvet black sky.
They'd won. Again.
He left the castle and headed toward the Pitch, intending to simply lay in the grass and remember his games - from one of his first matches playing as Chaser and winning the Cup to his most recent one as Captain and Seeker. As he passed the broom cupboard he toyed with the idea of collecting a school broom from there and doing few lazy laps around the Pitch, then decided against it. He came to the outskirts of the stadium and walked in through the doors, his feet suddenly making no noise against the well-trodden dirt. He came to the edge of the Pitch and his feet sank into the sand underneath the goalposts. He removed his slippers and ran to the centre of the Pitch, collapsing onto the ground with a lopsided, delighted grin stretched across his face, staring at the velvet black sky.
They'd won. Again.
