Brothers - Quidditch Practice
Dean waited outside the Great Hall, searching the stream of students for his brother. They hadn't had much of a chance to hang out since he'd arrived, and Dean thought it was high time they do something together. He held his broomstick and a spare across the back of his neck, allowing his hands to drape lazily across them on either side. After a half minute of searching Dean began to wonder if his brother had even gone to dinner. Maybe he'd stayed in the library or his dorm studying. Dean wouldn't have been surprised.
There! There was his little brother's brown hair, barely visible amidst the sea of taller heads. "Sammy, hey!" he called, plowing through the crowd to his brother's side. "Hey, grab a broom, we're going flying." He held a broom out to Sam, not waiting for him to agree before he turned and headed for the pitch- saying no wasn't really an option here. Dean wanted to spend a little time with someone who wouldn't drive him crazy. On second thought maybe his little brother wasn't the best choice. He cut a swath through the other kids, everyone seemed to know intuitively to give him a wide birth. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Sam was following and slowed his pace so he could catch up.