Dresden Academy

The weather was nice enough that despite the occasional threat of rain, students dotted the lawns of Dresden Academy, milled around in between classes. He'd already heard teachers handing out detentions slip for students being tardy, lingering in the nice weather.

When the last class of the day let out, the whole lawn teemed with students. No one wanted to be trapped indoors after the long cold winter. This break of weather brought out frisbees and a volleyball set (replete with birdies and badminton rackets that were being passed eagerly between participants taking turns) that was surely going to be knocked down as soon as Hulett noticed it.

Amused by the whole scene, Sig decided to toss down his backpack and long slate gray coat for a go at badminton. It was such a muggle game, but then this school never bothered much with keeping their wizarding population shielded from such things. They rather reveled in how muggle friendly they were.

At the moment Sig was reveling in a rather impressive pelt of the birdie over the net. It happened to hit a passing student in the back of the head. "Shit! Sorry," he called out.