Idling || Open RP

He leaned on the wall outside of the courtyard under the clocktower, twirling an unlit fag between his fingers, his wand sticking out of one of his battered Muggle biker boots, boots that his mother would have incinerated once-upon-a-time had he owned them before he ran, boots that were clearly against Hogwarts’ dress code.  His tie was hanging loose about his neck and every so often the wind would tug at it and his jumper was slung over one shoulder and his bag over the other.  

The breeze blew a few tendrils of dark hair into his handsome face and he closed his eyes.  He was finally finally finished with his exams.  The air was thick and warm with the unspoken promises of a summer spent with his boys and Marlene, of impromptu Quidditch matches and apples, of beer and the haze of a hundred cigarettes in the Potters’ basement…

He supposed he ought to make sure it was alright with James if he stayed at his over the summer again, considering the whole “homeless” bit and he was lost to his thoughts, not hearing footsteps approach him.