Apr 30, 2018
"Hello! Sorry I'm late!" Sonder swooped in on his broom, which he'd been hurriedly riding from the castle to the Quidditch pitch. Ever since Caldwell had been gone, Sonder had found himself quite flaky. He was sleeping a lot and forgetting his responsibilities, one of which was training the younger boy. Bless him, he had the motivation and enthusiasm, he just needed to concentrate. Sonder wasn't one to talk though, considering his top was on backwards and he'd failed to notice. "Let's warm up! Five laps around the pitch? On foot, ok?"
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