A visit to the Evans Manor((Mary))

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro sighed as he made his swift way through the halls of the Blackfire Manor. In his hands he held an assortment of parchments and he rifled through them vigourasly. Reading the words on one and than switching to another to double check. He had been made Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team last year, but that had been at the start of the school year and everything had practically been set up for him. He'd already had a full team of starters, a small reserve team, and the tryouts didn't yield much results. So Pyro hardly had to do any work that year aside from running practices and showing up for matches. This year everything was different, he still remained captain, which meant he now had to decide how to shuffle his team into the next year, and boy there were a lot of changes that needed to be done.

One position, the most important position, the player had graduated last term, so it was now open, and another player was currently A.W.O.L so Pyro had made the decision to remove him from the team. This wouldn't have been a problem, he had two reserve players that he could fit into the starting lineup, only he had just recieved notice from one of them saying they were resigning, which meant Pyro was short a starting player. Pyro growled as he once again shifted the parchments around before dumping them into a bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Right now he had an appointment, one of the only, and closest, person he had ever called a friend. Mary Evans, Pyro had even spent a summer at their home once when his father had disowned him. She was also on the Quidditch team, joined right after Pyro. She was the best consort to have in this situation, and Pyro was going to heed her advice in helping him make these decisions.

Pyro headed over to his furnace, the embers burning low. He grabbed a handfull of floo powder, tossing it into the embers. "Evans Manor!" He said before stepping in, and in a swoosh of green fire he stepped through into the Evan's manor. A small house elf stood in front of him, apparantly awaiting his arrival. The elf bowed low. "Mr. Blackfire, we have been expecting you." The elf stated as he lead Pyro out of the furnice room and into a more comfortably furnished waiting room. "Please wait here While I get Ms. Evans." With a resounding Crack the elf was gone and Pyro remained alone, lost in the familiar sight and memories of this room.

[Mary Evans]

All Mary’s quidditch equipment was pulled out of the closet as Mary supervised. The elves seemed to have no trouble at all finding her beater’s bat or her house robed though Mary had spent a good quarter hour riffling through her things looking. Why her mother insisted that the elves put all her quidditch things at the very back of the closet Mary would never understand; it’s not like it would stop Mary playing. The whole family knew Mary only joined the team to get on her mother’s nerves, join a wizarding activity like she was requested but choosing one so unladylike that her mother refused to tell her friends about. Through the years Mary had really come to appreciate the sport, though, and knew she would miss it when she finished Hogwarts.

The preparations had been made, the quidditch pitch had been set up, her parents agreed not to be too interfering (though they insisted on saying at least a hello to Pyro), and Mary was almost ready. When she had changed into something comfortable she could pull her quidditch robes over Mary brushed her hair back into a ponytail, a rare look for her. Just as Mary was dismissing her elf to bring all her things down to the pitch another appeared in her room, informing her that Pyro had arrived and was waiting for her in the front room. With a curt nod Mary swept from the room down to the front of the house.

“Hey Doll” Mary said from the doorway as a greeting to Pyro. “How’ve you been? Busy? Personally I have been bored out of my skull, it’s either here or Spain, here or Spain, I have had nowhere interesting to go this summer.”

((Bah, it's short and it took forever. Sorry! I will do better next time I just wanted to get something up before I left))

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro frowned a bit as he continued to look down at his pieces of parchment with disdain. So much to do, so much to do, he thought to himself. First he had to figure out the new teams position, get the auditions out of the way and assign the new team members a position, than he had to schedule and performed the practices. He sighed a little, a little grin formed on his face. This year, Slytherin would go all the way and win the cup. Last year, Quidditch had practically been forgotten, with the death of the Potter boy and the Dark Lord, the small event of Quidditch had practically been steamrolled in the excitement. Not this year though! Now with the two topics dead and gone forever, finally it was time to let something that truthfully mattered continue.

A familiar voice and greeting made the grin on his face grow as he turned around to face Mary. Boy it had been a long time since he last laid eyes on her and even longer still since he had last spoken with her. She had grown a lot since their third year, as no doubt he had also. Pyro's eyes rolled down and took in the entire view of Mary dressed in her complete Quidditch outfit and chuckled a little. "Hey you." He said back to her greeting. He shrugged a little at her question. "Yea, I suppose you could say that. With that stupid summer work they hand out, running the Blackfire family, and trying to get this damn team all straightened out." He shook the parchments in his hand at her. "I guess I've been a little busy." He chuckled again.

Her next statement caused his eyebrow to arch slightly. "Spain? If been in and out of Spain and you just Managed not to find anything to do?" He grinned a little and glanced down at his parchments once more. Suppose it was time to get down to business. "Hey, I've been thinking. Since Aden graduated we have been out a really good Seeker. I'd hate to put one of the newbies or reserve team members on that position. I've seen you fly, your small and quick. Probably much better suited at Seeker than Beater, you mind switching?"