Sumner Drage
Husband, father, Quidditch Coach
- Messages
- 1,009
- OOC First Name
- Liv
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Myrtle Wand 15 1/2" Tail of Charmed Newt
- Age
- 1/2007
Sumner jogged down the stairs, grabbed a banister and vaulted over to land on the last moving staircase. He rode that until it stopped with a grinding of stone against stone and took the stairs two at a time. He ran a hand through his still wet hair from the shower he'd managed to grab after Quidditch practice this morning. He'd pushed himself harder this time and felt great. But hungry. And missing his girl. Studying for exams had sucked up both their free time so they hadn't managed much time together.
He ducked around a group of gossiping girls, his arms ups, palms facing out uncomfortably so he didn't get too near them. They were like clucking hens ready to peck someone's face off. He liked his face just fine as it was. He neared the Ravenclaw table then stopped and grimaced. It was over run with first years. While he had nothing against them, they also had little to nothing in common.
His greyish green eyes scanned the large room until they zeroed in on Kat sitting at her house table. It wasn't too busy there so he shrugged and straddled the bench beside her, plucked a piece of bacon from her plate and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Hey," he murmured with a boyish grin then popped the bacon in his mouth. He chewed blissfully at the salty flavor. He bit into a second piece from the trencher before he brought a bit up toward Kat's mouth playfully. "Wanna bite?" His eyes glittered in mischief.
He ducked around a group of gossiping girls, his arms ups, palms facing out uncomfortably so he didn't get too near them. They were like clucking hens ready to peck someone's face off. He liked his face just fine as it was. He neared the Ravenclaw table then stopped and grimaced. It was over run with first years. While he had nothing against them, they also had little to nothing in common.
His greyish green eyes scanned the large room until they zeroed in on Kat sitting at her house table. It wasn't too busy there so he shrugged and straddled the bench beside her, plucked a piece of bacon from her plate and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Hey," he murmured with a boyish grin then popped the bacon in his mouth. He chewed blissfully at the salty flavor. He bit into a second piece from the trencher before he brought a bit up toward Kat's mouth playfully. "Wanna bite?" His eyes glittered in mischief.