🌻 Dutch | Shy | Painter | Co-Captain | Weird 🌻
Lars was a little dazed from his match. He had lingered on the pitch until most other people had left, and then had started to wander around. Perhaps he should have gone to the castle with his team, but he didn't really feel like part of the team yet. Even though he had played, and hadn't even played that badly, he felt like he needed a moment alone. A moment to process what had just happened to him. The boy had done a walk around the Quidditch pitch in his robes, still carrying his broom. He decided to sit on the grass near the pitch and allowed himself to fall back on the ground, lying on his back and enjoying the spring sunshine. Perhaps he should go to the common room soon, but he was enjoying this moment of solitude. Images from the match kept playing in his mind, both good moments and bad. Lars' mind felt very crowded right now, and he thought a moment of quiet and peace would probably help a lot with that.