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Post by nickolas on Jul 3, 2009 1:38:03 GMT -5
It was early morning, the dew was clinging onto the blades of grass and a slight layer of fog surrounded the castle. Nickolas Wood had woken up early this particular morning in order to get the pitch to himself for a few minutes, a rare thing really.
Nickolas was currently in one of the team change rooms, pulling a dark red sweater over his head. The Gryffindor lion was embroidered on the right shoulder, proudly displaying the young man's house. He pulled the sweater down and shook his mess of dirty-blonde hair, trying to shake some of his sleep away. It helped a bit, but he still let out a long yawn. He was tired, but it would be worth it to play some quidditch - he hadn't for over a week now.
Nick sat down on the bench and pulled on a pair of black fingerless, dragonskin gloves. He secured them tightly around his wrists and then pulled his Quidditch goggles over his head so they hung around his neck, just in case he might need them if there was wind or rain. Afterwards he looked around the changeroom and nodded, "All set." With that he got up, grabbed his broom that was leaning against the lockers, and walked out onto the pitch.
The moment he stepped outside he felt the slight chill of the morning air and he grinned; it was refreshing. He took the time to look around the empty pitch before mounting his broom and kicking off. Nick planned to do a few laps for a warm-up and then maybe break out the quidditch balls for some extra practice.
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