Closed Some Extra Practice

[Vanity Mettlestone]

Vanity headed to the Quidditch pitch, frustrated with herself. She hadn't done well at all during the past Slytherin practice, and she had a game to play soon. Now that she was captain, it mattered how she performed. She knew the Slytherins would never accept her or respect her if she didn't do well on the pitch. She had to do a lot better than she had so far. She stretched a bit as she walked onto the pitch, then frowned and squinted at the person who was already there. It was Santiago. "Oh, hey." She said, walking up to him.

 

[Santiago Torres]

Santiago felt like his head was full of bees buzzing around. He hadn't cared about his studies in the past six years and now that he was facing graduation he was starting to question his choices. At the same time he knew he'd be alright, he'd figure something out. He had also spent most of his time at school hating it but now that it was almost over, and he had things like quidditch and his girlfriend here he was starting to question why he was in such a rush in the first place. The constant back and forth made him feel like he was going to explode so he went to the pitch to clear his head. Hitting a bludger around usually did the trick. He had just released them when he heard a familiar voice. He turned to face Vanity with some slight apprehension. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood to share. "Hey." he replied. "I guess we had the same idea."