Nov 10, 2023
closed: @sweatecweather location: outside the quidditch pitch
practice had left goyle feeling a tired the went beyond tired. he wore that exhaustion with shoulders slumped forward and a far-away look in his eye— half in a void and half imagining bed or a big bowl of chicken curry. "montague was on one today," he mumbled, slow to start on the steps back up to the castle, his bag of gear slung around his shoulder. "feel like i've been jelly-jinxed."