The stands are empty, save one boy, perched on a bench directly behind the Keeper's goalposts for the opposing team. It's chilly, but his silver and blue scarf is tucked tight around his neck, keeping him warm. His glasses are sliding down the bridge of his nose, but he doesn't seem to mind, instead he's focusing on his Charms book, which is open and in his lap.
He moves to get comfortable and turns, lying on the bench now, leaning the book against his thighs and tucking on arm behind his head.
He yawns and continues to read.
He moves to get comfortable and turns, lying on the bench now, leaning the book against his thighs and tucking on arm behind his head.
He yawns and continues to read.