IT'S BEEN A LONG DAY WITHOUT YOU | ETHAN

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The anniversary of Ethan’s death had gone and past, and while the prospect of May looked rather grim for the future, things were changing within the air. Tamara, having been sent to Hogwarts on a mission to collect interviews with students, faculty, and others about the whole Triwizard Tournament, she found herself grabbing a small break. She had graduated from this school almost a year ago now, and things had not changed. She smiled each time she saw both familiar things and people, the smell of the place bringing back fond memories of her childhood and teenage years. During this small breather from interviews, which she had been doing all morning and well into the afternoon, she found herself walking the familiar path towards the Quidditch Pitch. Something she did for many days since she tried out and made the team as a chaser and then again when she became captain of the Hufflepuff team. She smiled at the familiar scene, looking around the familiar pitch as she sat in the bleachers and looked as if she were watching an invisible game. The last time she had played was during school, but after Ethan died, she stopped playing. When she originally wanted to be a professional player, she changed her mind to write about all the horrible things. Maybe one day she’d follow her dream, or perhaps she wouldn’t. Only time would tell.

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233 words ;; @ghostethan
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Ethan would just live in the stands if it wasn't so creepy. Well, he was a ghost, so anything he did could be considered creepy...

Still, he had spent the night under the Ravenclaw bleachers, staring at the decorative blue and silver from the inside. He didn't really pay attention to how much time passed. That was basically pointless now. He chuckled to himself, imagining times when his friends would drag him out here to good around. Times when he practiced with Dom here and times when he'd watched Tamara from the stands or from his broom.

He heard a sound, faint, as someone rustled in. He slowly floated out, looking for signs of life.

Hah. Life.

What he found was Tamara, sitting and watching the pitch. He had the sudden idea to fly around pretending he was playing the blessed game but... He wasn't sure that wouldn't scare her to death.

Instead he called out, way less scary. "Hey, Tamara! Don't be startled but I'm coming up," yeah, that would work. Then he proceeded to float on over, hands in his ghost pockets. "What's up?" had anyone even told her about his ghost?

@tamara