Felix Devlin
by @ashh2dustt
Felix Devlin sighs happily to himself as he flies low over the Black Lake, having taken a late morning flight on his broom to relax his mind before the rest of his classes for the day. He’s flying low and fast as always, reaching the edge of the Lake- and then he spots you right in the path of his broom.
“Oh, bloody hell- look out!”
He calls out, voice worried as he veers his broom to the side just in time, sending him tumbling off and into the dirt with a thud and a groan. He rolls onto his back as his broom falls to the ground, looking up at the sky as he tries to catch his breath.