a/n: this is me procrastinating because i don’t have a plot line anymore because i forgot it so i don’t know where i was going with this, so this is all i have, so enjoy what little bullshit i’m giving you like this isn’t even worth posting but like whatever #amirite?
“Shawn, c’mon man!” Matt yells from the Gryffindor Common Room into the boy’s dormitories. “If we’re late again, Wood is going to have our asses!”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” Shawn yells back, throwing his guitar in his case and shoving it under his bed before grabbing his robe and dashing down the stairs.
Shawn and Matt hurry through the halls of Hogwarts towards the quidditch pitch on the south keep where practice is about to begin. When they arrive on the field, the captain, Oliver Wood, is already staring them down, shooting an annoyed glare their way.
“Mendes, Camick, you’re late. Again.” Wood screeches at the boys as they hustle with their brooms to the center of the pitch.
“Sorry, won’t happen again,” Shawn promises, but Oliver shakes his head.
“Camick, get to the rings. Mendes, take a seat. This is your third time being late—you know what that means.” Wood orders, and Shawn’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“What? You’re kidding right?” Shawn detests. “This is the Ravenclaw match! There’s only two more games before Slytherin! You can’t bench me, not now!”
Oliver shakes his head again and whisks his broom off the ground. “Sorry Mendes, rules are rules. Don’t be late again.”