#thread; rendezvous

[ducoeur]

rendezvous — @sauveurdeparis

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Night patrols were her favorite past time. She wished that they happened more often.

Her baton is her wings as she soars above rooftops, lit up only by the glow of the streetlights below her and her stark blue eyes casting its short reach across her features. Her inky black hair streaks behind her with the wind created by her speed. She feels free. She is free.

Her boots land upon the familiar steel flooring of the Eiffle Tower with a metallic thud. A push of a button causes her baton to shorten to managable size, and is fastened safely into her belt. Cerulean scans the platform til a familiar hue of red catches her eye. She grins.

“Well hello there, you come here often, rougeaboo?”

[lxttleredd]

Rendezvous

@spankinggoodkeeper

Shea walked out of the Great Hall, humming a little as she hiked her bag up on her shoulder. It was about a week into her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was already annoyed with the other members of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Apparently they thought it was necessary to have 3 hour practices everyday, and to be honest, she had already skipped 2 of them.

Walking up a set of stairs, she grunted a little as her shoulder got bumped. Turning around, she scoffed as she saw Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Team captain. It was common knowledge that Slytherins and Gryffindors didn’t get along, so no one around was really surprised when Shea spoke, voice dripping with annoyance. 

“Can’t ya watch where you’re goin’, Wood?” She asked, Irish accent heavy in her words. “And I don’t know why you’ve got your Quidditch gear. The rest of the Slytherins are out there practicin’ right now. An’ they’re gonna be out there for another couple o’ hours.”