Current mood:	cold
Current music:	delicate - Damien Rice

who terry and tracey
what being the two t's!
where quidditch pitch
when an hour before din din
why because terry likes quidditch
summary terry stays after practise for a bit longer, and someone is there when he's done.
rating erm...pg...because I like pg.



Terry had stayed after practise for a bit longer. He needed the fresh air and alone time. Walking into the locker rooms, he shook his sweaty hair and stripped down to take a cold shower and cool himself down from the practising. Feeling the cold water running down his back gave him the chills, but soon enough he was stepping out, a towel around his waist. Shaking his hair off, water flew and landed on the ground as he pulled on his clothes. Slipping his black sweater on over the blue shirt he wore, Terry heaved a tired sigh and headed out the door. Practise was exhausting, Michael worked them hard, but it was worth it. Their first game was coming up, and practise makes perfect. They had to win the game.

Stepping out into the cold grass, he sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. It took a while for it to dry, and when it did, it usually lay flat. Terry started to walk back to the school, his shoes squeaking in the damp grass, and the wind blowing against his body. He squinted at the setting sun, and heaved a sigh. He wanted to talk to Hannah so bad, but he couldn't get the guts to. Everytime he did, he'd chicken out and walk away. When he saw a girlish figure walking a ways in front of him, his stomach lurched. Was it Hannah? But when he saw the short hair he felt his heart slow down, and his pace slowed to match it. He couldn't keep doing this to himself, seeing every girl and saying it was Hannah. When he saw the figure turn he furrowed his brows and squinted to see who it was. Terry scrunched his face up. Tracey.