Post by Dawny on Feb 6, 2009 18:00:11 GMT -5
Nathaniel shuddered as another bitter wind tore across the Quidditch pitch and he tightened the scarf around his neck. "Great day for try-outs." he grumbled to himself, he'd freeze to death just waiting for everyone to turn up. He stretched his cold fingers, shoved deep into his pockets, looking up at the clouds to see the midday sun peeking through. Hurry up and snow already. His sky blue eyes surveyed the pitch before he looked back towards the school, still waiting.