It had been seven years ago when Rufus first attended the annual Pettigrew Quidditch Holiday party. Despite it having been on the larger half of a decade since then Rufus could still remember it. Not as much as the year following it, but the memory did still exist. He'd been a sixth year then and still unsure if his skills would get him to the big time. But then again he'd been a Bixby and his father and encouraged him to attend. He'd attended with several other Gryffindor players and been awed by the spectacle. He had remembered talking to several of the team members of the Puddlemere United and his excitement at having met them but it had seemed at the time that his future was so distant. The next year though, that one Rufus could remember it as if it had been yesterday. Thom Pettigrew himself had approached Rufus with an offer that Rufus had been unable to turn down. That had been the night when he truly had made it into the job of his dreams.
Now six years later, the event was much the same. Rufus, always one for a good party, looked for to the evening and enjoyed getting the opportunity to catch up with members of his industry. Besides, it always was a good time, even if he was to keep his eyes open for new blood - as he often referred to the students who were being recruited to Puddlemere.
Standing to the side, Rufus held a firewhiskey in hand as he surveyed the crowd. He hadn't used his plus one, although Sloane would have loved it - she was still much to young. Despite never using his plus one to such events Rufus never seemed to have a problem finding someone to catch with. He watched the dance floor with amusement, much at ease, until someone approached him. Rufus turned and grinned as the Sponsor of his team greeted him. "Good evening, Mr. Pettigrew. Fine party this year." He complimented the man.
@'Thom Pettigrew'
Word Count: 340
Now six years later, the event was much the same. Rufus, always one for a good party, looked for to the evening and enjoyed getting the opportunity to catch up with members of his industry. Besides, it always was a good time, even if he was to keep his eyes open for new blood - as he often referred to the students who were being recruited to Puddlemere.
Standing to the side, Rufus held a firewhiskey in hand as he surveyed the crowd. He hadn't used his plus one, although Sloane would have loved it - she was still much to young. Despite never using his plus one to such events Rufus never seemed to have a problem finding someone to catch with. He watched the dance floor with amusement, much at ease, until someone approached him. Rufus turned and grinned as the Sponsor of his team greeted him. "Good evening, Mr. Pettigrew. Fine party this year." He complimented the man.
@'Thom Pettigrew'
Word Count: 340