[P] Top Meadow[1][1]

[Harry Potter]

*Scoffs, glaring at her as she steals his bottle*

*Is tempted to conjour another from Grimmauld Place just to spite her but doesn't; it's too expensive to waste*

Oh whatever... don't even pretend to know what my life is like. You have no idea what I've been doing, why I've been in hiding. Much older and wiser people than you have given me instructions and they're what I intend to stick to; not something some stranger says to me in a field when I'm half pissed!

*Crosses his arms over his chest, wincing again as the Dark Mark touches his sleeve*

Why don't you just go home and play with you're dolls, Annalessa? Some of us actually have more important things to worry about than moping about our parents dying however many years ago. You're not the only orphan in the world, you know...

*Shakes his head*

And to think I was actually offering to listen to your stupid little problems!

[Annalessa Bordon]

"My stupid little problems? Right....because you're just so much better aren't you Potter?" Her voice softened to a whisper, as her eyes shone with hurt. Annalessa could see this was going nowhere. Which was just fine. Tomorrow still remained bright. Annalessa would leave Harry to his own thoughts, to drown in the guilt she knew was to follow after thinking over his own callous words.

"Thank you.... thank you for showing me who you really are Harry. I'll do as you say...' go home and play with my dolls ', I'll also forget this night ever happened. You'll be just as dead to me as you ever were." *With that she dissapparated*

[Harry Potter]

*Sighs, letting his head fall back, anger an guilt mixing*

*Decides he needs more whiskey and disapparates*

[Oliver Wood]

**Oliver zooms high over the fence surrounding Top Meadow at a breathtaking velocity. His robes snap with a loud crack as the wind rushes past them, hair blowing every which way. This is the freedom Oliver loves, the free skies, wind whistling in his ears, and swallowing hard from the wind rushing down his throat.**

**He takes a few laps around the meadow before coming to a screeching halt, hovering over the open meadow.**

[Katie Bell]

*Everything seems to blur and mesh together as Katie leans forward, rocketing over the fence and across the meadow. She squints her eyes against the wind, grinning as she sees Oliver race laps around the open space. Without looking back she knows that Harry is on his way, and she speeds towards Oliver, diving below the wizard just as it seemed she was going to crash into him. It's times like these that remind her of their days at Hogwarts, and she can't help but miss the freedom of the open Quidditch Pitch and the rest of the Gryffindor Team, wherever they are*

*Laughing, Katie makes one large lap around the meadow, not caring that her hair is whipping behind her in the wind*

[Harry Potter]

*Follows Katie over the fence into the meadow, laughing as he pushes the broom up into sky before dropping back down to hover above the ground*

*Sighs, loving the feeling of freedom the flying gave him*

[Oliver Wood]

**As soon as he spots Harry, and Katie, Oliver pulls up lightly on the broom handle, slowing the broom to a snail's pace.*

Harry, Katie!

**Waves his arm over his head to make sure that they seem him.**

[Harry Potter]

*Pulls up beside Oliver*

I bloody LOVE this broom!

*Waves Katie over*

Oi, Woman! I want this broom... Can I have it?

[Katie Bell]

*Rolls her eyes with a smile as Oliver waves for their attention. Sighing dramatically she flies over to the two wizards right as Harry asks for the broom. Katie gives the wizard an incredulous look as she turns to face Oliver, remembering the way he asked for the other broom before he knew who she was*

Pardon, mate-

*She crossed her arms, ready to take hold again if she began to slip*

-but since when did you become such a bossy little bloke?

*Bites her tongue to keep from snickering*

[Harry Potter]

*Laughs at Katie's expression*

Did anyone bring a quaffle or anything? I mean, I'm no chaser, but we could have a little game?

[Katie Bell]

*Mutters, loud enough for both wizards to hear*

Merlin, Potter- we know you're not a Chaser.

*Smirks, silently wanting to push herself off her own broom for forgetting everything but the brooms. She looks around the meadow, then back to Harry*

Have a game how? We don't have any goals.

_{Or a Quaffle.}

[Harry Potter]

*Mock glares at her*

I can catch things. How hard can it really be?

*Looks around*

I don'tknow. Use one of the trees as a goal, two of us against Oliver as keeper.

*Shrugs*

At the end, who ever has scored or, in Oliver's case saved, more goals is the winner?

[Katie Bell]

*Glares playfully back at Harry*

I know you can catch, mate. But I don't think you can throw.

*Loudly whispers to the younger wizard, eyes flashing over to Oliver*

Don't hit him too hard though! He'd try to drill us into the ground otherwise.

*Pauses, head tilting as if she's thinking about something*

Or make sure you hit him hard enough that he wouldn't be able to holler at us.

[Roslyn Levere]

*Apparating on the Meadow, Roslyn looked towards Neville.* "Beautiful isn't it?" The stars were even clearer than before, and the moon sat lazily in the sky. The scene was very picturesque.

*Walking toward a tree, Roslyn sat down, and leaned back against the wood* "I love it up here. It's always so peaceful.. I wish I had my sketching book."

[Neville Longbottom]

*Eyes glued to Roslyn, he nods in agreement. However, she's talking about the stars and he's thinking about her.*

Beautiful, mhmm...

*Follows her over to the tree and sinks to the ground next to her. He looks up, knowing it's very rude to bloody stare at someone, even if they don't notice.*

Your sketchbook?