[Well, that's not fair at all. He considers going after her, for a moment--but that would ruin the spirit of the game, wouldn't it? Half the fun is in the chase and the pursuit, and the thought of catching her, at a quidditch game--
Merlin. All right. So that's hot, so--he makes the choice not to follow her, though he absolutely could, if he wanted to. Instead he stares after her as she slips away, a faint grin on his face.
Yeah. This game is good.
Next week is a long time to wait, but it will be worth it. The whole school turns out for the game, practically, and Sirius trails to the stands with everyone else. Usually he's with the others, catcalling and heckling, jeering at the Hufflepuff players--but this time, he only follows along until he can lose himself in the crowds, and then slips away. There are over a dozen stairways, hundreds of secret little places where she could be. She won't be near the Ravenclaw stands. That would be too obvious. So he starts at the other end, towards the Hufflepuff goal posts. The air is cool and brisk, the sky overcast, and the beams of the stands casts shadows everywhere.]
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Merlin. All right. So that's hot, so--he makes the choice not to follow her, though he absolutely could, if he wanted to. Instead he stares after her as she slips away, a faint grin on his face.
Yeah. This game is good.
Next week is a long time to wait, but it will be worth it. The whole school turns out for the game, practically, and Sirius trails to the stands with everyone else. Usually he's with the others, catcalling and heckling, jeering at the Hufflepuff players--but this time, he only follows along until he can lose himself in the crowds, and then slips away. There are over a dozen stairways, hundreds of secret little places where she could be. She won't be near the Ravenclaw stands. That would be too obvious. So he starts at the other end, towards the Hufflepuff goal posts. The air is cool and brisk, the sky overcast, and the beams of the stands casts shadows everywhere.]