Post by Cedric Diggory on Sept 20, 2009 8:35:32 GMT -8
Stepping out onto the wet, green quidditch pitch filled Cedric's senses with feelings of the past. The damp ground... the open sky... the stands... the hoops... and the snitch. He hadn't brought a snitch with him because it would be boring chasing a snitch alone.
It was mildly cold, although the sky had few clouds in them. All the clouds were bright white, not gray. The sun streamed onto the quidditch pitch, showing Cedric that it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was a weekend, so the students didn't have classes to go to, but teachers had a lot of papers to grade. That's why Ethan said he couldn't hang out with Cedric. He was busy.
Now Cedric was alone, looking around the quidditch pitch in his loose jeans, white tee shirt, vans and black leather suit vest. He leaned against the wall and set his broomstick on the ground.
It was mildly cold, although the sky had few clouds in them. All the clouds were bright white, not gray. The sun streamed onto the quidditch pitch, showing Cedric that it was about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was a weekend, so the students didn't have classes to go to, but teachers had a lot of papers to grade. That's why Ethan said he couldn't hang out with Cedric. He was busy.
Now Cedric was alone, looking around the quidditch pitch in his loose jeans, white tee shirt, vans and black leather suit vest. He leaned against the wall and set his broomstick on the ground.
