Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 21:01:27 GMT -5
So what you gonna do,
what you gonna say
what you gonna say
When we're standing on top and do it our way
You say we got no future
You're living in the past
So listen up, that's my generation
You say we got no future
You're living in the past
So listen up, that's my generation
Mondays were always one of Dima's easiest days. He was pretty grateful for that considered that usually his weekends were far busier than his week days. There were times that his two days off were spent entirely on his broom, and other times when he had nothing but clubs crammed on top of clubs, on top of clubs. Sometimes he considered the fact that he might have had too much on his plate, but no matter how often that came to mind he never found a solution to make it better. He loved quidditch, there was no way in all of Dante's seven hells that he would ever give that up. Dueling club, he adored. Arithmancy club....well, they hardly ever met and when they did he always had fun in that too.
Basically there was no way to cut back, not that he truly needed to. He figured there was enough free time in his life to spare. After all, most of it was spent on the quidditch pitch practicing and that was his own damn fault. He could take a break. Get off the broom for a while. Relax. That actually sounded more like torture than fun but he did have to admit that he was spending less time practicing now that he was with Zoe. Sometimes, though, they spent their time practicing together.
Today, however, was not one of those days. He was planning on practicing with a few players from his own team, though he wasn't entirely sure who was all expected to be there. He was hoping that Vet would be there. Being the only beater in practice was always a heavy task and there were times he left feeling more wore out than he did from a standard game. As antsy as he was to go and see if his fellow beater was going to be at the pitch he had other plans. He had told Mona to meet him after her class in hopes of making plans later in the evening. It had been a while since they had really gotten to hang out and since he had started seeing Zoe their time together drew less and less. She told him to meet her down by her common room and so he had.
A few Hufflepuffs came out, none of which were Ramona and he sighed nearly chuckling to himself. A couple minutes; how long had it already been? Dima peeked at his watch looking up as another figure moved past only to find that it was the Hufflepuff Beater, Marigold. "Hey," he greeted with a nod. "I never got a chance to tell you, but congratulations on beating Slytherin last match!" So far it wasn't even a feat that his team had managed, and truly he was happy to see Hufflepuff finally take a win this year.
Basically there was no way to cut back, not that he truly needed to. He figured there was enough free time in his life to spare. After all, most of it was spent on the quidditch pitch practicing and that was his own damn fault. He could take a break. Get off the broom for a while. Relax. That actually sounded more like torture than fun but he did have to admit that he was spending less time practicing now that he was with Zoe. Sometimes, though, they spent their time practicing together.
Today, however, was not one of those days. He was planning on practicing with a few players from his own team, though he wasn't entirely sure who was all expected to be there. He was hoping that Vet would be there. Being the only beater in practice was always a heavy task and there were times he left feeling more wore out than he did from a standard game. As antsy as he was to go and see if his fellow beater was going to be at the pitch he had other plans. He had told Mona to meet him after her class in hopes of making plans later in the evening. It had been a while since they had really gotten to hang out and since he had started seeing Zoe their time together drew less and less. She told him to meet her down by her common room and so he had.
A few Hufflepuffs came out, none of which were Ramona and he sighed nearly chuckling to himself. A couple minutes; how long had it already been? Dima peeked at his watch looking up as another figure moved past only to find that it was the Hufflepuff Beater, Marigold. "Hey," he greeted with a nod. "I never got a chance to tell you, but congratulations on beating Slytherin last match!" So far it wasn't even a feat that his team had managed, and truly he was happy to see Hufflepuff finally take a win this year.
Marigold Moore | Outfit: Ravenclaw Robes | Words:528
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
