Closed New School, New People

[Sebastian Kane]

Sebastian honestly was upset a lot, Charlotte was somewhere in Greece, and his chances of meeting her were critically small and it sucked a lot because he was used to having her around. She was a part of him and, of course, he felt like someone he loved the most was ripped off him. Sure, he still had his little sister but it wasn't the same, Charlotte was Charlotte and Danielle was Danielle, two absolutely opposite people who meant the most to him. So here he was, in the Quidditch Pitch with his broom right in front of him. He was trying to take care of his broom while his fingers were actually just going over the initials of his sister that she left here, he was upset for a long time since it was actually his first broom that was actually the last present from their real parents and some little baby left her initials there but now he was used to it. It was cool, he always had a part of her with him and it just felt good and now he wished that he had asked Char to do the same but no. He didn't ask it, so he was just here trying to not get any attention.

 

[Lysander Summers]

Lysander had been slacking in his Quidditch practices. He knew this year would be harder to balance, with more responsibilities on his plate, but he hadn't realised how difficult it would really be to juggle them all. Gryffindors victory against Ravenclaw hadn't helped either. He'd grown comfortable in their win, overconfident that he wouldn't need the practice as much. When he'd missed his shot with a crumpled-up paper into a trashcan during one of his classes, he realised that perhaps he did need to keep it up, to stop his aim from getting rusty. He took his broom to the pitch, noticing a boy he recognised vaguely from his History classes, just sort of playing with his broom instead of doing any flying. "Going up?" He asked, pointing a finger towards the sky.​

 

[Sebastian Kane]

Sebastian had just started to feel bored out again, at least until he heard some voice. Of course, it was him. Even Seb knew him, tho he had never talked to him. Lysander Summers. He had heard a lot about him, but didn't make a big deal out of it. Seb was used to being a keeper, the prefect was beater, they didn't even exactly meet on the pitch a lot. "Yeah," Kane easily stood up from the ground and took the broom in his hand before sitting on it but he didn't flew up yet. "Anything particular in mind?" he shortly asked to know what to get ready for.

 

[Lysander Summers]

Lysander beamed and gave his beaters bat a small toss in the air. "I was gonna hit some bludgers. Do you play?" He asked, unsure if the other boy was a casual flyer or a quidditch player. He didn't mind just flying around if it was the latter, the company would be a nice change of pace. He took hold of his broom, mounting it, and kicked lightly off from the grass to lazily hover on the spot.​