Hogwarts :: Unusual Welcome :: Dorcas/Gryffindor Quidditch Team
The official Quidditch season didn’t start till later in the year, but any team that was serious about winning the Cup started training as soon as they could. Doc always found it stupid that the Quidditch season was always during the crappiest weather. Rain, sleet, snow, hail, wind and the evenings got dark so early. He remembered a particular match against Ravenclaw that had gone on way into the night and Dumbledore had lifted the curfew for the younger students so they could carry on watching and that idiot chaser had repeatedly flown into the bobbing lights that the Professors had conjured... Doc’s thoughts wandered and he smiled to himself as he made his way down to the changing rooms. He put out a cigarette just outside the door, headed inside and was greeted by the entire team standing there waiting for him, with arms crossed and angry looks on their faces. “Whoa, there!” Doc stumbled back and fell over a stand with several brooms in it. They, and him, came clattering to the floor. With a jovial grin, but worry in his eyes, he said from the floor, while propping himself up on his elbows “It’s good to see yous too.”