flying blues
Amos had all but lost faith in his ability to concentrate.
Really, he should have been expecting this. Sixth year had just seemed so easy, so simple. It was almost as if he breezed through it without any kind of hiccup on the road. He basically did, other than the concern he had for his Quidditch friend and the realization that prejudice existed. Yet, still, when he returned to Hogwarts, he’d acted as laid back and casual before. He’d been fully prepared to flirt with McGonagall as he usually did when – homework. On their first day back? And it didn’t end there. It seemed every Professor had the intention of letting them drown in their studies before they’d even had a chance to breathe in the school air.
Sure, he’d been warned that the N.E.W.T’s year was strenuous by his mother, but he didn’t think it would differ that much from O.W.L’s. Oh but it did. And Amos had already paced around the library seven times before deciding that he definitely could not find out the theory behind the popular use of the Fanged Geranium and that the books needed for that particular subject were absent from the place he’d made his home for the last five hours.
In fact, since returning to Hogwarts, he’d not even seen a broomstick. It was clear, to anyone that knew him well enough, that the lack of outside activities, namely partaking in Quidditch, was draining on his sanity. With a large, undignified groan, Amos packed up his supplies and decided he wasn’t going to get any work done until he had at least stepped onto the Quidditch Pitch and indulged in the familiar and happy atmosphere. Not to mention the Quidditch Try-outs were taking place, or at least, he’d heard a rumble about it.
A part of Amos was tempted to show up for the try-outs, but the egotistical side of him didn’t see the point. In his mind, he was one of the best players and they would be foolish to not have him back on the team. And while he was slightly bitter that Davey was the captain and not he, he was happy for his friend and doubted that his own dorm-mate would get rid of him so quickly. Still, as days passed, the temptation just to get on a broom again made him want to make an appearance. So, he grabbed his bag, half jogging out of the library and, rather clumsily, running straight into someone else.
“Ah.. Merlin, I’m sorry.” Amos steadied himself before turning his attention to the other student. “Flying on the brain. Are you alright?”
