Ah what a lovely day

Such a gorgeous, warm day. Misty was more of a fan of the winter to be honest, but as all it seemed to be was cold, cold, cold she wanted to have a little sun time. I mean, she needed the sun to be around and annoy her, so when the winter came she could enjoy it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all that.

So with this nice day, Misty decided to go down to the Quidditch pitch. The place was pretty deserted, no practises were going on, there were just the odd student here and there sitting in the stands, or on the ground. Misty was about to be one of the ones in the stands.

Misty was now sat up in the stands where she could be exposed to the sun rays better. She took her jacket off, rolled it up as a pillow and propped it down on the seats. She lay back and stretched her legs out, she would be getting some colour before the day was out! She came out in just a strappy/tube top, a skirt and her jacket in hopes to try and get a little colour in her skin.

Yes pale skin was so hot, at least in her mind it was. But she fancied a change, a bit of colour might be nice. You know, like a new hair cut, but instead of the new hair cut Misty was going for a new skin tone. Or was trying to. She let out a loud sigh, closed her eyes and took in the heat.

Dominic loved the sun. It wasn't so much that it was bright. It was more to do with the heat. He loved being warm and he was one of the students who took in the empty Quidditch field. He was kind of surprised that hardly anyone was there, but they did have loads of work to do. He had skipped his class and come to the field to get some sun on his skin. Not so much the way the girls did, but he did value how much more attractive he could try to get by having a darker skin tone. He did hope some females were there. He did love to flirt.

As he approached the stands he noticed a few students here and there. One ran off when they saw Dolohov climbing the stands. He winked at one of the females and smirked at her blush. Than he stood in the stands looking at the Quidditch pitch. He knew he was blocking the sun off one girl and he figured he'd get a conversation if he stood in front of her until she told him to get out of her way. But he was a Slytherin. It wouldn't be easy to get him to leave.

.... Who turned out the lights!? She wondered when her sunlight had suddenly vanished. Misty sat up a little, her arms propping her up from behind on the bench, and her eyes met with her fellow Slytherin. Misty was usually a very friendly, and flirty girl with the boys in her house, especially with the good looking ones like Dolohov, but he was blocking her light, so she had to be a little snappy when she would speak to him.

"Move out of my light, Dolohov" she said in that snappy tone she felt was needed. "Can't you see I am trying to get a little colour in my skin here?" she added while titling her head a little to the side. She knew he wouldn't leave any time soon, so next she added "if you're planning on staying at least get by my head, or go up the stands a little out of my light".



[ooc- Misty has graduated now, but we can continue the thread if you want ]