Time of Day: After supper • Weather: Abso-bloody-lutely pouring
Dino liked summer better than any other season. For one, no school. Sure, Derry was, well, Derry, but Derry didn't give him essays and detentions for turning a Professor's hair piece into a Pomeranian. Well, that might have been short-sighted. The nuns doled out plenty of punishment in elementary school. Maybe not for altering wigs, but certainly for other reasons. Dino had never backed down from a dare so far in his life, after all.
Another reason that summer was better was that the evenings were practically infinite. The days grew shorter as September drew to a close, and he and his mates found that their messing around on the Quidditch Pitch had to end earlier and earlier.
'Oi! Ya gonna catch me if I fall, aren't ya?' Dino called out to his mates, from the goalpost he was scaling.
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid