[h2]Patrick Ford[/h2]

Patrick was quite happily chewing away on his toast without too many cares in the world. He had kept up with most of his work that had been set currently but that was pretty common for him, given that he wasn't a stranger to getting his head down and focusing on the task at hand. After six years he had learnt how to manage his time and of course the first few years weren't exactly testing on the brain but he'd stepped up his game. He genuinely enjoyed school and beyond the good grades that he worked hard for, Quidditch was his passion. He'd never let it become more important than some things in his life but he gave his full commitment in games and at training. After all, he wanted to be a good representation to the rest of the team. 

Patrick had just turned around to put some bacon on a piece of toast when he felt hands cover his eyes. He gave one of his smooth, deep laughs before rolling her eyes beneath her hands. Of course he knew who it was because he wasn't an idiot and he recognise her voice, and touch strangely, after all the time they had been friends. "Yes Genevieve," He chuckled as he brought the toast up to his mouth and took a big bite out of it. He had to keep his energy up so once he actually sat down, he'd be going through it like it was his last meal. Then he ducked down and twisted out of her touch so he could face her, a cheeky grin on his face as he chewed. "Yeah, I had a bit of an extra nap but it's not like you're gonna tell me off for doing so..." He shrugged one of his broad shoulders then took a few more bites of his toast and bacon. "How are you doing this morning? Besides ambushing me as usual,"

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