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Solo practice; Closed to Nagisa; morning

[Sousuke had felt restless in the early hours of the morning so he had decided to leave for the Quidditch fields to practice some. It was the perfect way to get his mind off things - even when his mind was full of quidditch related angst.

Unfortunately, practice wasn't going very well. After being in the air and practicing some swings for a while, he had felt a jolt of pain and had to make an emergency landing on the ground. There he was, lying and staring at the morning sky and breathing heavily.]

Library; right after classes

[As opposed to the last time we heard of him hanging out in the library, this time Sousuke is actually studying. With career counselling nearing and his condition not getting better, he needs to start figuring out what to do with his life and actually study to be able to choose something he decides.

On the floor there's a letter from his father with attached pictures of famous aurors and some articles that "might interest him". Clearly it's decision making time when the head of Yamazaki family starts making more and more attempts at pushing Sousuke to the "right path".

After some time, Sousuke will just give up on trying to remember any more transfiguration things and eventually just naps.]

A corner in a hallway; late evening, before curfew
Warning for violence

[Sousuke had been cornered by three guys - one of them who was a guy he had punched and sent to hospital wing two years ago (there were stairs involved) and the other two were apparently his very good friends; the ex beaters of the Slytherin team. Even if he was at a disadvantage, he didn't seem all that worried.]

Is today some sort of a closet cleaning day for all bent up revenge and hate feelings?

[The first had a good reason to be angry still (even if Sousuke had been made apologize), the second was thrown out of the team because Sousuke came back and the third was take off the team because Sousuke brougth Baldur in. Some very good reasons to be angry.

It seems it was also a good reason not to talk and get their fists to do the talking. Sousuke mentally shook his head and dodged one of the punches by moving out of the way and another by blocking it with his hand. The third guy he just chose to trip as he approached.]

Guys, none of us really want detention right? So just back off.

[They could just walk different ways? No? Fine. He could use this as a chance to relieve some frustration as well. Sousuke lets himself deliver a punch to one of the guys who was already attacking again. Of course, he can't defend himself from all sides so he's prepared to get at least one punch on himself.

A punch, not a spell that knocks him down on the floor. Hey, that's cheating in a fist fight. Sousuke's not fast enough to react and get up before he even gets kicked on the side. Oh great. He does react and kick at one of the guy's feet to knock him down and as he's getting up, he'll tackle another. That's two down - now where's the third-

Ah. Right there, shooting another spell at him. What's going to hit him next...?]

Wilcard

[Anything in between, before or after events.]

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!

overexertion

A: Library

[Sousuke usually takes studying rather seriously, but today he hasn't felt very inspired to do it. So instead he's reading something very, very suspicious (a wizard done hentai manga he got from a friend in Japan that includes a few moving images as well) while covering it as a normal book of Potions (his least favorite subject). He could have gone to his dorm room to read, but since he's got to study at some point to catch up with his studies he might as well hang out here.

It's not like anyone can tell he's not studying if he keeps a poker face.

Though if anyone knows he hates potions it might be weird to see him so interested.]

B: After Quidditch practice, Locker rooms, Late evening

[After Slytherin had finished their Quidditch practice, Sousuke had told others that he would run a few rounds to cool himself off. Of course he was cautious of the hawk danger so he had his wand with him in case of emergency but he really wanted to have some time to himself for a change.

He did his run and returned to the locker rooms, pleased to see that the others had already gone back to the castle (as far as he could see) and sat down on the ground, holding his right shoulder as he does, sighing heavily.

It had been a month since he returned to training. Added with the training he did outside the practice schedule to catch up on the team's level, it was putting a strain on his shoulder again. The pain wasn't that much of a deal, but he could feel it.

Of course he wouldn't be able to be as careful as he needed to. Of course it would start hurting if he did too much practice.

Looks like he needed to skip some training and visit the hospital wing again. What a pain.]