::sitting in the stands at the quidditch pitch and staring out across the empty field, Draco can't help but wonder what the next year will bring. He looks up to the sky for a moment, and watches as a bird flies out of his sight::
What was I hopeing to find here?
::he stands, takes another look around the deserted pitch, and turns to leave, now wondering how long it will take him to return home, and why exactly he had felt to need to return here in the first place::
*Tony flops down on his bed in the flat he shares with three other Wizards who attend the Academy for the Care and Treatment of Magical Creatures (ACTMC) with a sigh and looks resoloutly at the pile of homework he has on his tiny desk. Sulks for a moment, wishing he could walk out of the room and down to the common room to goof off with Susie, or snuggle with Megs, or go down to the Quidditch pitch and practice. Looks at his FireboltAcro that has grown a layer of dust from disuse and sighs again. Drags himself up from the bed and over to his desk where he writes a few letters. Finishes the letters and borrows his roommate's owl to send them off*
*on her way home from the owlery, having just sent off the invitations for the wedding her mum is planning for her and Justin, pauses for a moment to duck into a candy store and pick up a sugar quill*
*in hers and Max's new place, just got home from her new job and going through the mail that had been delivered throughout the day, wishing there weren't quite as many bills as there were*
