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[stefan william weasley]

Rain battered the ground, turning the Quidditch pitch into a muddy and slippery field. Stefan ran across it, flecks of mood spattering against his legs. He'd come out for a run just under an hour ago, when the weather had been much more dry. It had taken a sudden and drastic turn for the worst just five minutes earlier, the wind and rain getting so bad that it would be stupid for him to carry on running in it. He'd get a cold if he stayed out in it any longer, and that was the last thing he wanted. Stefan hated having a cold. Sore head, runny nose, horrible cough? No thanks.

Jogging over to the small, battered shed that housed the old quidditch brooms first years practiced with, Stefan threw open the door and hurried inside. Once he had the door closed, he quickly peeled off his grey hoody and then his white t-shirt, which had managed to get just as wet as everything else, and hung them out over a couple of brooms so that they could dry. He would have done it himself, except he didn't know the right spell and well, he'd left his wand up at the castle. Which was a brainless move on his part because it was pretty dark in the shed and he had nothing to provide light.

Rubbing his hands up over his arms, Stefan carefully shuffled towards the side of the shed and sat down, deciding that he'd better get comfortable. The rain didn't look like it was about to let up any time soon and there was no way in hell he was going to go running about in it until it had lessened some. He'd sit here, topless and cold, until he could leave. A frown pulled at his lips, merlin this was going to be boring. He really wished he hadn't decided to go for a run now. Groaning, he dropped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.