10th Flight is Spring feels a-rollin'

[fireredspear]

[Outside, throughout the day, mostly the Pitch, but can be anywhere]

[With St. Patrick's Day passing in all of it's tradition - Sano always forgets how he loves his kilt, only to remember on that particular day - it doesn't take long for the warmer days to roll around, with the Augureys finally quieting down and the birds chirping up instead, in a million of songs. Spring is here. And spring meant time for maintenance and cleaning. For Sano that meant checking on the planks and bars of the Quidditch pitch, previously covered by snow and frost and slowly fixing things up, before the summer heat arrived. Usually that would be the Janitor's task, but Sano is still not on friendly terms with the idea of letting Filch loiter about his field, and he doesn't mind doing it. The Sun is beckoning him outside, and as he had managed to catch up on his paperwork by Easter, through some miracle, there's nothing speaking against a few hours of hard labor to start the new season with. He's always been good with his hands, contrary to the rest of his siblings, the only one helping his father to fix up things, so it's time to put it to good use. He'll have to start fixing up his house as well soon, as well, but the pitch had priority.

So nowadays, that's where he's usually found, sleeves rolled up and the buttons of his shirt and vest undone to reveal a generous part of his cleavage - after a certain degree he refuses to bother with buttons - tool in hand, as he's working on strengthening the planks of the tribunes, or marching across them, sweeping up residual waste with his wand, whistling, humming up, or singing a merry tune, with an occasional jig, or reel stealing itself into his step.]

At the pattern dance you'd be in a trance, as she'd skip through jig or a reel~ Her eyes she'd roll, and lift your soul, and your heart she will likely steal.

[He's not the greatest singer, but he's not terrible either. It's however his whistles that are the most melodic, free and joyous, even moreso as the season of love is edging closer, mushy as it may sound. Well. It's not like anyone hears him, right?

When there's paperwork he takes it with himself, to do it, as he observes the students hanging out, or playing a bit for casual fun. Sometimes he stays for a while longer after his work is done, just to relax and enjoy a few quiet moments, sitting in his favorite spot, one of the three hoops, one of his legs dangling down, broom casually levitating next to him, as he enjoys the view. After the hawk incident he's been worried, so he started coming to the pitch more often, but it didn't seem like the bird had any intention of bothering them now. It still doesn't stop him from balancing on a thing rod, several feet in the air, watching as the Sun sets, singing, or whistling softly to himself his favorite reels.]

[Evenings, out in Hogsmead, or just getting back from there]

[With even the evenings getting warmer again, his visits in Hogsmead and it's wonderful pubs become even more frequent and many times a week, he can be seen walking back to the castle late at night, the ever present song on his lips, the jigs and reels in his steps multiplying, at the loosened inhibitions.]

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny, so I put it in me pocket and brought it home to Jenny - She sighed and she swore, that she never would deceive me, but the devil take the woman, for they never can be easy! musha-rim-dum-uh-doo-dum-uh-da~ Whack for me Daddy'O, there's whiskey in the jar!