An Evening Walk
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The court yard always had this calm, relaxing, and clean feeling to it. The wind blows into the naked, barren trees and the sun slowly melts the snow, making it soft and puffy like cotton candy, but instead it is afraid of the sun, not water. Evening walks were not always part of Andy's daily schedule, in fact, they started just today. Covering himself with his winter coat, Andy walked around and observed the court yard. It was around dinner time, but hunger was not on Andy's mind. The boy snuck out of the great hall just to walk around the grounds alone. Of course, it was risky, but you got to get some fun in before the year ends anyway. But the lingering feeling of detention, and the scrubbing of toilets from last year, and cleaning ink bottles from the year before that still stayed deep in the heart of Andy Loggins. Sure, he didn't think that anything could possibly happen, but who knows? Maybe some annoying Prefects are on there duty. Maybe one of the professors have the same mindset as Andy, and want some peace too. But who wants the courtyard as there destination for a walk? It is quite little and empty. If anything, the quidditch pitch or at least hogsmeade would be the go to destination. But no, because that is probably the places that would get you in trouble the most. Excuses were not in Andy's arsenal today so it is not up to him or not weather he gets sent to a third detention...
Andy Loggins, Ravenclaw
An Evening Walk
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@Andy Loggins
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Flame started juggling her soccer ball. She was outside in the courtyard. It was cold but all she was wearing was a black hoodie and some sweat pants along with her soccer cleats. She wasn’t really cold because she had played soccer in full blown snow storms before and the snow outside was melting anyways. She really didn’t mind the snow. She sighed. The soccer ball would be very slippery cause of all the snow but at least it was her practice ball. She started juggling. 1… 2… 3… 4… the ball slipped to the ground. At least that was only her practice round so she could get used to the ball. She would much rather practice juggling inside but she had already been yelled at several times by the teachers here. The reason she was practicing right now was because her soccer coach had said that she should practice getting touches in the ball everyday. She started juggling again 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9 … and when she reached 137 the ball finally slipped off her foot it started rolling across the snow until it reschedule the foot of a Ravenclaw boy. He looked slightly older than Flame. Maybe a second year? “Hey!” Flame yelled over to him. “Pass the ball!”
Someone told me I run like a girl. I said that if they ran faster they could to.