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[jacksoncooper]

Each day, when Jackson Cooper had finished attending (or not attending) his classes, he would change into gym shorts and a tshirt and make his way to the Quidditch pitch. Being a seeker, he often found the practices he held alone the most profitable

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[find_me_soaring]

Angelina was heading out to the pitch. She loved flying at night and needed the release. IT was always cooler and no one else bothered to fly that time of night. Her night vision was pretty good but she was always flying with her wand.

It was pretty dark though and she was later than normal.

Jogging she dropped her bag, her broom falling from it into someone's path.
"Damn broom..." She muttered to herself not noticing who it was in the dark. "Sorry about that." Gathering her bag and broom she straightened herself out, brushing hair away from her face.

"Jackson?"

[jacksoncooper]

"Hey!" he practically yelled, upon recognizing who stood before him.

"A little late night practicing?" he asked, readjusing the bag that slung over his shoulder for better comfort.

[find_me_soaring]

Without realizing she gave him an odd look for being so loud. But it passed as she laughed a bit, tucking the broom under her arm.

"Yeah. No one's ever on the pitch at night. At least no one sane." Angie had a bit of a daredevil in her since Hogwarts, a tick that was probably not the healthiest of hobbies.
"And the quiet is always nice."

Now that she could see who it was he looked a little sweaty and she put two and two together.
"Been out hunting yourself?"

[jacksoncooper]

"Looking for a snitch in the dark is really fun," he said with a laugh. When he was alone, it was hard to tell how drunk he really was. Now that he was talking to someone else, it was growing ever more apparent to him. He tried not to make this fact obvious to her by standing up straight and putting on his best sober face.