#bhproscoe

Even though it was the morning, Ethel, Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team that proudly kicked Slytherin’s butt, was actually functioning. Her head was pounding and she needed some gulps of water, but functioning nonetheless. While this wasn’t exactly a strange occurrence for the Claw house, to her it was phenomenal. 

There was still a bit of time before breakfast, so she took a nice walk while going over her schedule for the day when she caught sight of none other than Roscoe himself. She must have wandered down some stairs while walking. Grinning, she went up to him before slinging an arm around him.

“So...how was your party last night? You guys still in mourning?” she asked teasingly.