From the Pits to Glory Again

Hogwarts Reconstruction. Byron Bagman had jumped at the opportunity. The school was placed like a gem in the boy's heart. Quidditch, friends, magic, and the mighty house of Gryffindor ... Byron had many reasons to love the school. When he learnt that the school was looking for volunteers to rebuild after the battle, the boy had eagerly signed up for it, after trying to convince his friends to do the same. He could not understand how anyone could not see the importance of volunteering for such a need like this. It was his second home, although sometimes it felt like his first. 

Byron had woken up early enough to enjoy the breakfast that his mother had prepared for the family. He was eager to get to Hogwarts Castle though. As soon as Byron was done eating, he ran back up to his room to put on a random t-shirt from his cupboard. It was a yellow one with a caricature design of three quaffles, very typical for a boy who was married to Quidditch. Byron slipped into a pair of grey denim shorts before rushing out of the house in a pair of cream-coloured Converse shoes with untied laces.

Soon enough, Byron landed near the main gates of Hogwarts and casually held his broom with his left hand. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw his name assigned to the Quidditch Pitch. Whoever who assigned that definitely got a silent signal of gratitude from him. At least he was going to work on the place he cared for the most at Hogwarts. Byron stretched first, as if he had forgotten to do so when he had woken up earlier. Then the boy got onto his broom to fly to the Pitch.

When Byron neared the Pitch, his heart sank. The glorious site was in ruins. It was not going to be easy reconstructing it to its former glory, but it was worth an attempt. The boy made sure that he made a cautious landing at what he believed to be the middle of the Pitch. It took awhile, since the whole area had decimated into wooden rubble. Byron did not want to get hurt before he even had the chance to start. Besides, it certainly looked like he was the first one there from the group.

As promised when signing up to help rebuild Hogwarts, Evan was on her way. She didn't have the strength at the moment, she was completely tired, absolutely drained, having odd dreams that woke her up in the middle of the night was to blame. Apparently all dreams had a meaning, these seemed to hiding them them after all she only had a few seconds of this dream. She didn't dawn on it, nothing seemed to normal these days, why not dreams?

Evan hadn't really didn't want to do any work, even at the time she had decided to volunteer, and work wasn't her desired form of doing something in her spare time. She had also poorly dressed, you'd think she'd be consistent to her average style, it was more trashy causal than usual. Not minding her looks, Evan finally arrived at the Quidditch Pitch where she was assigned, instantly wishing she had worn pants so she wouldn't easily cut herself on the rubble. An awful sight truely, she could hear Quidditch maniacs falling to pieces. She hoped not see someone balling, and start yelling "why!". An overly dramatic display, but it would be entertaining, yet heartbreaking.

She had nearly missed a boy standing in the middle of the pitch, broom near him, Evan would never fly unless truly in danger. Still. she was glad to see she wasn't the only one working on fixing all of what use to be Quidditch arena. Sadly she could tell he was one of those Quidditch maniacs, even from afar.

Evan being more of apparition gal, decided she would use this way of travel to get to where her fellow volunteer was. She had no fear in doing this,Evan was a tiny bit of of a wiz at apparition, it was new found skill, and she was thrilled to be seventeen to become licensed to apparate.Although, it's not permitted to apparate in Hogwarts, but now I don't believe that matters, anyways she never let rules stop her before. It's also possibly weird for person to enjoy apparition with its many flaws, but if it came down to apparition or flying, apparition for Evan. So, Evan had apparated a few feet away from the kid, and a loud pop echoed. She hope not to frighten him, it certainly would frighten her if a random bang shouted beside you.

To be safe she hadn't spliched, she checked herself for any missing body parts. After scanning ever inch visible to her eye, Evan was certain nothing was missing. Now a days Evan was more rational in apparition safety, she didn't want a repeat of class last year, a horrible accident by a cocky ass Gryffin believing they owned the world. She now always focused on the three d's of apparition.

Her eyes came back to boy in front of her, she stared at him uncontrollably, her stare is a deadly one "the judgement stare" you could call it. Looking him up and down to figure his deal, and it took a while for her to find a verdict, but she found him hardly a nuisance. Evan then cleared her face of the judgement stare, well attempted.