It's a fair drop from the stands to the grassy, muddy ground, but the curse drifts down. Lexi hadn't imagined that someone would be up there, but as he looks up he can see someone waving. To him, it looks like they're gesturing him up to the seats and rather than stay out here alone, he's more than happy to climb the steps up to where the other student... lounges, really.
There's still the smell of cigarettes, bitter in the chill air, and the pale light glints off the bottle in the other boy's hand.
A boy that anyone who follows House Quidditch will instantly recognise as the Gryffindor captain, Keirus O... O'something Irish. Lexi doesn't know, not really, but he's very good with faces. Handsome ones especially.
"I didn't think anyone else was going to be out so late." He says, settling down on the bench, offering a pretty, bright smile even though he's wrapping his arms tight around himself to keep out the cold. "Is it different for 7th years?"
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There's still the smell of cigarettes, bitter in the chill air, and the pale light glints off the bottle in the other boy's hand.
A boy that anyone who follows House Quidditch will instantly recognise as the Gryffindor captain, Keirus O... O'something Irish. Lexi doesn't know, not really, but he's very good with faces. Handsome ones especially.
"I didn't think anyone else was going to be out so late." He says, settling down on the bench, offering a pretty, bright smile even though he's wrapping his arms tight around himself to keep out the cold. "Is it different for 7th years?"