Post by Zackery Good on Jul 11, 2008 20:43:42 GMT -5
It was almost dark sun was setting in the west and the beauty of it was just intoxicating to some who was a romantic in anyway. Though this evening wasn't ment for lovers or to watch the sunset in the distance. It was a night to have a lititle fun on a broom naturally. It was the Quidditch Pitch mainly where a lot of flying and practicing during the day light hours. But at night it was just amazing so much bliss and relaxtion came from this place it was nice. Of course when your ready have fun that was a different story. It was more fun the bliss, when you were 17 years old ofcourse.
Out on the field holding a broom was a boy about 5' 10" and purely skinny and pale. This boy had different fashion mainly fashion to what the modern day American Muggle would wear. Tightish pants and a black shirt hoodie on that said Hurley acrossed it. This boy's name was Zackery Good though he perfered to be called Zacky. To him his full name was way to formal. He stood out in the field holding a broom that was top of the line naturally he wonder whether some one would join him to night on the field or not. He hoped on to the broom and started to take off into the sky.
To him this was fun in the night time. Ofcourse he didn't mind being out there in the dark if he had to. He let the breeze run through his hair loving every second of being out side in the night fresh air that he now called home. He went to go land, on some nice soft grass. Sadly being a 7th year he should by now know how to land. He bift the landing falling head first on to the ground. He was alright a few cuts and bruices no big deal. He got up brushing himself off hearing foot steps or at least thats what he thought.
