Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 22:20:50 GMT -6
It was sleeting. Because of course it was. For anyone else this would have been a problem, but Helios Fawley had always spent more time outside than locked inside a building. Even his years at Hogwarts he could be found on the Quidditch pitch-- Sunrise to sundown. Sometimes in the dark if he could manage it, but he tended to usually be found. He supposes that's what happens when you're flying around in the middle of the night hollering.
There was just something about being outside, in the air, that was freeing. Nothing came close to it except... Well, maybe walking around his apartment stark naked, but their were rules against doing that in public. Getting arrested sounded like a bummer and it wasn't as if the Wizarding Gossip magazines didn't seem to have a field day with him already. The young man didn't particularly try to hide who he was, much to his family's chagrin.
Determination and the inability to listen to anyone else's opinions had always been his biggest strength and weakness. Like the fact he was out flying, shirtless, in the bitter cold of England's sleet. A bludger released so he could practice dodging between it, the beater's bat clutched in his hand. The man zoomed around the field, allowing the bludger to get close enough to hit before diving below.
He lets it get seconds from him before pulling back and away, laughing while he did. Even as one collided sharply with his shoulder the man gave a brash laugh, did a roll in air, and kept moving on. It seemed that this was all a game to him-- Living very much on the edge of allowing himself to almost get hit.
Of course, as seen, it doesn't always work in his favor-- But that's how he can be found. He was a hazard to himself.
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