After learning that his little sister had made the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, playing the same position as he did, he'd absolutely had to pay her a visit. A recent grad himself, he'd found luck with the world of Quidditch as well - earning a spot on the Falmouth Falcons. Eager to share their victories in a dual celebration, he'd sent an owl her way, telling her to meet him out on the Pitch, late that Thursday night. Sometimes, the flying was more fun in the dark.
He'd actually come bearing gifts, this time around. He'd recently purchased a model of the fastest broom on the market, wanting to excel at his craft. On a whim, he'd also bought Odette one. He carried both to the Pitch, sitting down on the ground unceremoniously when he entered. As he sat, he puled the familiar flask from his jacket pocket, the silver weight comforting in his hand, taking a long swig as he waited for his little sister to appear.
Post by ODETTE FAUST on Jul 20, 2017 8:55:19 GMT -6
There were only a few places where Odette could be found around at Hogwarts. While she was allowed to move almost anywhere around the castle, she still stuck to her own basic areas. And given the fact that Octavia was busy with something, Odette figured that she might as well just go ahead and play some Quidditch. Or well, practice. Since she couldn't really play without a team of her own or a team they were going up against. But she could figure something else out. Right? Worst case scenario, she just spent time on her own and everything was fine.
But moving, she did pause when she spotted her brother. "Osric? What are you doing here?" Had she been expecting him? If she had, she'd forgotten about it clearly. "What are you doing here?" But she couldn't stop herself. She still moved over and wrapped her arms around her brother. Even if he surprised her, she still loved and adored him.
Ossy sat there for a few minutes, before he began to wonder if his sister had forgotten their meeting. Another swig from the flask, and he heard a familiar voice sing out behind him. Hurriedly - he didn't really need his little sister to figure out how much he actually drank these days - he shoved the flask back into his pocket, a smile lighting his face when she came over and hugged him. There were few people in the world who earned the pleasure of seeing him genuinely smile.
He rolled his eyes at his little sister as he pulled away, giving a mock exasperated sigh. "Didn't you get my owl, Odette? I wanted to congratulate you on earning a spot on the team. And I wanted to fly with you a bit. Is it so bad for a brother to want to visit his sister?" He asked, fixing her with the most innocent gaze he could muster. Then, he gestured at the two brooms. "By the way, one of those is yours."
Post by ODETTE FAUST on Jul 31, 2017 18:51:42 GMT -6
"Oh." He'd sent an owl? "I think I got it, but I hadn't read it yet." There were things going on. Didn't he know how hard it was to be a teenager? There were always like six hundred different things she needed to focus on. "Nahh. Although I think we have to talk." Because the longer the year had gone on, the more things she had to think about.
What if her brother started disliking her once he found out what she'd done? "WAIT." Suddenly that snapped her out of her tailspin of woe and sadness. Pointing at the broom, she looked back at her brother. "One of these is for me?" He'd said that, sure. "You got me a broom." Her brain was not accepting this at all. "A broom. A new broom. A new broom that has not been used by three thousand other people."