Well, you aren't BIG losers, anyway.
Aug. 1st, 2003 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousapelliBy way of apology for the Hufflepuff shot in the meme (heh heh heh), here is yet another drabble, on a topic near and dear to every Hufflepuff's heart.
One Last Ride
Word Count = 100 again. Woo!
Cedric reluctantly landed his broom when night began falling. He should've been studying for NEWTS, or practicing for the Third Task, but Cedric couldn't resist one last ride across the Quidditch pitch on a brilliant summer's afternoon.
Leaning on his broom, Cedric savored a final veiw of the grass and goalposts, remembering the rush of the game, his teammates' shouting, the roaring crowd. All the things he would miss most after graduation.
"Goodbye, Quidditch Pitch!" he shouted as the twilight swallowed the far hoops, laughing at his own silliness.
After all, he'd be here next fall for Hufflepuff's first game.
One Last Ride
Word Count = 100 again. Woo!
Cedric reluctantly landed his broom when night began falling. He should've been studying for NEWTS, or practicing for the Third Task, but Cedric couldn't resist one last ride across the Quidditch pitch on a brilliant summer's afternoon.
Leaning on his broom, Cedric savored a final veiw of the grass and goalposts, remembering the rush of the game, his teammates' shouting, the roaring crowd. All the things he would miss most after graduation.
"Goodbye, Quidditch Pitch!" he shouted as the twilight swallowed the far hoops, laughing at his own silliness.
After all, he'd be here next fall for Hufflepuff's first game.
