Weatherby Wiggins reclined lazily in a field just outside the castle walls, enjoying the fresh, crisp air of the autumn months and admiring the acres of orange and red foliage that surrounded Hogwarts. He sat in the grass. He had a blanket in his chest at the Gryffindor Common Room, but the ground was dry enough, and it wasn't quite the same if you weren't sitting straight on the grass. The feeble blades tickled him when they managed to poke through an exposed cuff, but he didn't mind.
At his side was an old wizarding wireless; it was far from a fancy machine, but it was still in functioning order. The box was busy announcing the action of a Quidditch match - an international friendly, Scotland vs. Luxembourg. The teams were rivals, and even though nothing of importance rode on the match's outcome, the players' pride kept things exciting.
OOC: Another open RP, any and all may join. Nothing to adventurous, just another chance to have a chatI've asked if Cels (head of sporting) wants to "run" the match, so to speak. Ministry players can participate too - perhaps you're having a listen from your own little office party or something.













