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The open breeze the quidditch pitch allowed, was quite refreshing. It was spring, and summer was right around the corner. The temperature was just right, with a slight wind wiping against the pores of your skin. It just allowed enough, that it was rejuvenating. The quidditch teams were practicing and many other students, like Monty, were standing around watching as they did their homework.
Monty was just wearing his basic clothing. He didn't have much to do on this day. Monty had already finished his class homework and was simply enjoying the suns rays. Spring was always beautiful, to Monty. He appreciated the flowers that bloomed in spring time. But, he wasn't the person to skip and pick flowers. Monty just liked the view of how the flowers rested in the air.
Monty watched the quidditch teams endlessly, as some would practice lift off, and some making sharp turns. He had nothing planned and just waited for someone. Not knowing who, but he waited.
Monty was just wearing his basic clothing. He didn't have much to do on this day. Monty had already finished his class homework and was simply enjoying the suns rays. Spring was always beautiful, to Monty. He appreciated the flowers that bloomed in spring time. But, he wasn't the person to skip and pick flowers. Monty just liked the view of how the flowers rested in the air.
Monty watched the quidditch teams endlessly, as some would practice lift off, and some making sharp turns. He had nothing planned and just waited for someone. Not knowing who, but he waited.