Post by Jack Russell on Apr 23, 2006 12:30:28 GMT 10
Jack was sitting on a bench down by the hoops at the farthest end of the pitch pruning the ends of his broomstick. This particular broom was not actually his, though he had decided to claim it so and was therefore ensuring its lasting value. He had put a lot of time into bringing the broomstick back to its original splendor. Beyond this he also altered it with a bit of his own charm, ensuring as he did that the chipped gold lettering for the broom’s original brand and name were removed as he went, renaming the broomstick ‘Brightstar’ wondering fleetingly if the word was already copywritten.
The silence of the empty pitch made it a great place to come and think. Jack was not really comfortable with things as yet. His grandfather had played with forces he thought should never be played with, though at the same time he had his own father back, and that was nice in a strange way. Having his son in the same place at the same age as himself and his own father was strange though, he wondered what would come out of having Godric, Jack, and Tobias Emerindyl all at the age of twenty-three in the same place at the same time. He knew Lord Elwyn liked to play with time, something Jack did not altogether agree with. If only his mother was there to help him through it all.
He looked out across the pitch, it had not been used in so long though he did not see it a having any affect on the place whatsoever. The grass seemed as freshly cut, and the hoops seemed as clean as they always were. Jack looked into the distance, his eyes phasing out for a moment as a flash of a memory of his days in the school when this arena was packed with cheering students. Jack had been on the quidditch team, a seeker. They had won the quidditch cup every year he was on the team.
The silence of the empty pitch made it a great place to come and think. Jack was not really comfortable with things as yet. His grandfather had played with forces he thought should never be played with, though at the same time he had his own father back, and that was nice in a strange way. Having his son in the same place at the same age as himself and his own father was strange though, he wondered what would come out of having Godric, Jack, and Tobias Emerindyl all at the age of twenty-three in the same place at the same time. He knew Lord Elwyn liked to play with time, something Jack did not altogether agree with. If only his mother was there to help him through it all.
He looked out across the pitch, it had not been used in so long though he did not see it a having any affect on the place whatsoever. The grass seemed as freshly cut, and the hoops seemed as clean as they always were. Jack looked into the distance, his eyes phasing out for a moment as a flash of a memory of his days in the school when this arena was packed with cheering students. Jack had been on the quidditch team, a seeker. They had won the quidditch cup every year he was on the team.