Post by Draco Malfoy on Nov 30, 2011 23:31:41 GMT -5
Draco Malfoy had arrived at the Quidditch Field before it started raining, but his impeccable sense of timing gave him just seconds to get underneath the stands. It was a cloudy evening, and he had put on his gear to play a couple practice rounds and fully intended on completing it regardless of weather conditions - but he was hesitant due to the time he spent on his hair this morning. Damn this nature thing - why couldn't there be a dome over the Quidditch Field?
If we weren't spending so much money on funding for mudbloods, we'd have enough to indulge in basic necessities... he fumed quietly, turning his grey eyes towards the falling rain. He instinctively reached up and patted his head, though he knew that he had gotten underneath the stands before the rain dared touch his white blond hair.
He leaned his broom against the stand and put his hands on his waist, staring towards the ground as he lost himself in thought. There's always spells...but if it wears off mid-flight, I'll risk some damage...walking into the school dripping wet like an unlucky sod would surely ruin my evening...
If we weren't spending so much money on funding for mudbloods, we'd have enough to indulge in basic necessities... he fumed quietly, turning his grey eyes towards the falling rain. He instinctively reached up and patted his head, though he knew that he had gotten underneath the stands before the rain dared touch his white blond hair.
He leaned his broom against the stand and put his hands on his waist, staring towards the ground as he lost himself in thought. There's always spells...but if it wears off mid-flight, I'll risk some damage...walking into the school dripping wet like an unlucky sod would surely ruin my evening...