#im.start

the courtyard was buzzing with students of all years but as usual the Slytherins group together near the fountain creating all kinds of chaos. in true snake queen fashion, there was sat pansy on the lap of a sixth year as they shared a bud and all of their personal space. it was when someone approached them that her gaze locked with the sixth year's, and a mischievous smirk danced on her lips and the dark haired witch plucked the cig from between the other's fingers and looked over at the new comer. "are you wanting to join, darling?"

it was like coming home for him being on the quidditch pitch and spending hours practicing. the peace it provided him, and the escape from the reality around him was welcomed. the sixth year stepped out of one of the showers in the changing tent and dressed himself just in time for the sound of footsteps to interrupt him. "if you're looking for a show, sorry to say you just missed it." he quipped, and despite his jest there was a hint of annoyance underneath at whoever had entered.