Detention again?

*Stumbles upon the door and wanders in* Hello? *pokes his head more into the room*

*Sits on the Quidditch pitch stands*

You know Arty, all I can hear is how much you really enjoy swift kicks to the arse, I’ll be sure to tell your next lover that. *Grins for a moment before returning to normal and shrugging* I dunno, I miss the pitch sometimes. It’s weird not being on the team. *Shrugs again* Even out of practice though, I could still fly circles around you. *Laughs because that is so obviously not true*

Make sure to tell her I like it rough *smirks*. *Listens to his brother talk about he misses the pitch and he couldn't help but turn to the pitch and look at it. It was beautiful to Arturo, just like he knew it was for Ace. At the challenge Arturo's eyes looked back at Ace, a hint of mischievousness flickered through them* Is that a challenge, you old fart? 

*Sits on the Quidditch pitch stands*

*brick raises a brow as he leans back a little on his broom, hovering level with arturo* Why would I be trembling about Gryffindor? Slytherin’ll wipe the floor with them. *he said with a little confusion* At least, that’s if my fuckin’ brother sorts out what’s going on with Vortex. I told him that we should think about gettin’ you back as our seeker and then he got all pissy at me.

Trembling with joy? I don't know. *He gets quiet when Brick talks about Butch. His hand movements on his broom get quicker and a bit more harder as he continues on about Butch. He hated Butch. He hated Butch almost as much as he hated the idea of his hair having split ends. Which was a lot of hate if you really knew Arturo.* Your trying to convince Butch of something smart and with complete offense to him but none to you..*looks up from his broom now, eyes slightly darker than usual* Butch is about as sharp as Boomer is when it comes to calling calls for the good of the team. *Looks back down at his broom and continues to polish it* But thanks for trying, I guess. *After he polishes his broom a little he looks back up* Why did you try again?

*Sits on the Quidditch pitch stands*

Like you’ve missed a swift foot in the arse, *grins and laughs* ‘course I did. You don’t even come say hi? *Pushes into Arturo with his shoulders* What’re you doing out here, anyways?

*Grins and rolls his eyes* Shut up. Seems to me like you could use a swift kick in the arse, buddy. Why would I come say hi? So you could give me a swift kick in the arse? Pfft! I'm your brother, Ace. I know better *teases, smiling now*. I only just got back. I came out to polish the ol' broom stick and have a little midnight flight. What the heck are you doing out here?

*Sits on the Quidditch pitch stands*

*brick’s plan was to take to the quidditch pitch for a little practice, however glancing up to the stands he notices arturo sitting there and feels the need to say hello. hopping onto his broom, he flies up to the stand.* Well, well, well. If it isn’t the return of Arturo.

*At the sound of Brick's voice Arturo didn't look up from his broom, instead he prepared himself for a possible showdown.* Trembling at your feet because your know Gryffindor is going down in the next match, Brick? *he asked, polishing his broom still*

*Sits on the Quidditch pitch stands*

*Sits down next to him* When the hell did you come back?

*Looks over at him and grins* Just last night, actually. Did you miss me?