<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Normal_set011_003.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw hoodie, jeans, checked Vans<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 13, mid morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Quidditch field<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tame if awkward<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Do It Again (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKAC7t0P65o)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Grace, closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Cai had occasions to be reflective.  On this occasion, heading up to the Quidditch pitch, it was on his brief moment of glory two years ago, as an alternate chaser.  Playing in two matches, he managed to actually score five goals in the last one, helping the team to victory.<br/><br/>"Couldn't make a go at though, could you?" he breathed, crooking his neck as he came around the first gate into the pitch.  It had been one of his moments in the sun, on a team that had come in third for the year, but he'd never really wanted to go full on into the sport.  He still had many more plans beyond playing a game for a career.  No...there were still many more unfulfilled plans to go...and thus a quiet period up in the bleachers would give him time to clear his mind.<br/><br/>Reaching the top of the stairs, he turned into the first row, and immediately realized he wasn't alone.  He recognized her at once--<em>how could anyone not notice that face?</em>--and seeing as how there was no way to turn around, since she was facing in his direction, he continued to amble easily over towards her...although inside, his mood was in no way calm or relaxed.<br/><br/>Grace.  The last he'd talked with her, they had decided to give their relationship a pause.  That had been a good four months ago.  He hadn't meant it to end this way, but the devil if he'd never been able to get over that damnable hump he had as far as intimacy.  Not the sexual sort--the open-hearted sort.  And as sweet and gentle and personable as Grace Carter was, he'd mucked up what should have been a perfect relationship.<br/><br/>"'ello, Gracie," he said, amiably enough, and he even managed to meet her gaze.  After that, though, he attempted a smile, which unfortunately faltered.  "Been a bit."