Set Apart this Dream {Gavin}

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] What sort of other flying was there? He didn't understand, if there was a way to fly without a broom, he wanted to know about it, so that he could do it. If her words were true, how had he not heard of it before now? It seemed preposterous. “Now if you count flying off of the uneven bars, about fifteen feet into the air, then yes.” What were uneven bars? Did it have something to do with her jumping around like she had springs for feet earlier? It had to. He didn't like to not know what people were talking about. Yet, fifteen feet wasn't high enough, he needed more. He couldn't even imagine how being so close to the ground would be much of a thrill. Yet, he could hear in her laugh that it was something she liked. Something that she found enjoyable.

Did Amina have an issue with heights? He couldn't fathom how anybody would have an issue with heights. It didn't make sense, then again, a lot of things about her seemed foreign to him. “We lived in a muggle neighborhood my whole life so it wasn’t like we could do it in the backyard. And just never had the inspiration to do so. Always had other things on my mind, I guess.” At the word muggle he whipped around to look at her like she had insulted his family. She had lived with them? No wonder his mother had nixed her from the running of his future bride so damn early. His mother couldn't tolerate muggles in any form. His father didn't like them, but he didn't abhor them with the same passion that his mother did. He watched her speak, she was from one of those families. It didn't seem possible, and he couldn't stop the look of revulsion that crossed his face at the very thought of her living in even the same town as that filth. He had been raised properly, why should somebody who was afforded the gift of magic force themselves to be anything other than what they were? He didn't want to imagine Amina as a blood traitor, no wonder she was never invited to any of the functions. Now he knew that his family was never going to accept her, unless she formally renounced her entire family. Somehow, he just couldn't see that happening. He had grown up around so much magic, it had enriched his life in so many ways, before he could even do the simplest of spells on his own. Did her parents still live in a muggle neighborhood? He certainly hoped not. It was nearly impossible to focus on any other part of her story, he was still too busy looking at her like she was crazed.

“You’re keeper on the team right?” Dumbfounded, he nodded in response to her question. It was the only position that he could do the things that he wanted with. Most people underestimated keepers, thinking that they were only good for one thing, but the foresight, and skills that were required...not to mention the speed with which he had to move. If a team didn't have a good keeper, then they had nothing. Gavin should have given her credit for knowing anything about the sport, was she one of those girls that just came along to the games because they had nothing better to do? He hoped that it wasn't because she liked watching the men in their uniforms...whenever Gavin was at a game that he wasn't playing in, he found it impossible to watch anything other than the players, their moves, tactics, weaknesses. More than once, people had ridiculed the Slytherin Quidditch team for sitting like statues in the audience of every game. Yet, they were all just so damned focused on learning all that they could so that they could continue to win their own games. They were nothing if not dedicated. Those who weren't on their own, were forced to be by their dictator of a captain. “I would know more about the school teams if I paid better attention at the games but I’m pretty sure that if I were to watch closer, I would root for you and there might be a smidge of a problem rooting for the opposing team.” Finally, his smile made its way back onto his face slowly at the mental image of her standing up and cheering every time he blocked a goal. “At least then you would be rooting for the winning team” he chided, he didn't think that Gryffindor had won a single one of their games this year. Oddly enough Hufflepuff had been more of a threat over the course of the season thus far.

“Might draw just a bit of attention.” had he been looking at her words from strictly a game standpoint, he would have thought she was finally coming to her senses, wanting to root for the team that put in the hours and actually knew what they were doing. Yet, on a personal level, he could understand where she was coming from. If they had never met, he would have just assumed that she was a groupie and thought nothing of it, now, if she were to do that he would think that people might be catching on to them. Yet, guiltily, he wanted her to be rooting for him, he certainly deserved it. He liked thinking that she was watching him, he would have been worried if she wasn't. Perhaps she couldn't in school, but once he was out of school and playing professionally, nobody would think it strange if she was cheering for him, calling out his name as loudly as she could...his eyes averted, his mind going quickly down into the gutter. He should have been pushing away those thoughts, putting them out of his mind and locking them away somewhere private. She wouldn't ever be able to cheer for him in the sense that he wanted her to. “Why do you even go to the games then?” he inquired, hoping to distract himself at least a little. “Your little flips would be useful on a team, so long as you aren't playing against me that it” he smirked wider, somehow starting to feel more comfortable speaking to her. It was the truth, if she had liked to fly that is. He could teach her.
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[Amina Krane]

The rain was finally calming down overhead; the soft pitter patter of the drops against the leaves below was becoming less audible. It was unfortunate that she most likely wouldn’t get to finish her run in the same downpour that she had begun it in, but that really didn’t matter at this point. He was more important than any cardio routine that she could fit in anytime during the day. Amina was happy being right here, on this rock, sitting next to the man whom she was finally starting to get to know. He was sharing personal things about himself that she had only imagined thus far, even if it really was only regarding Quidditch. It was enough for her at this point. Maybe some time in the future she may start prying to know more about his family, his friends, something other than his hobby, but for now, she was perfectly content with knowing how deep his infatuation with a sport went. How committed he was to the sport would just indicate how passionate he could be about other things in his life. The good thing about it was he didn’t get upset when she asked more questions. He seemed to enjoy answering them. At least she had found something they could talk about without him shutting down. If she could keep it going, they would be golden.

“At least then you would be rooting for the winning team” Amina rolled her eyes. “Ha-ha, very funny.” This school was all about their competitions and house points. It baffled her how intent the houses were on being number one. The house points were golden and if anyone lost even one, their head was deemed to be mounted on the wall by the end of the year. She had lost a few for hers with all of the classes she missed, but it hadn’t been too dramatic for anyone to notice. Plus, they were so far behind in the standings it didn’t make a difference. Why their team wasn’t good was beyond her, but that was because she didn’t know the game well enough to pick out the good from the bad. All she knew was they cheered when the ball passed through the other teams hoop and vice versa. If she knew that, she looked like she fit in rather well. But the competitive atmosphere around the school made little sense to her. She could understand wanting to win the game but what was so big about having the most points for the year. Even with her gymnastics addiction, she had never focused on the competition portion. If she won, she won. If she lost, there was always next time. It wasn’t a big deal to her and rarely ever would you see her contest a score or a judge. She couldn’t count the number of times her teammates went screaming to a judge because they got a 7.5 out of an 8.2 difficulty. It was ridiculous.

“Why do you even go to the games then?” Why did she go to the games? Sometimes she wasn’t sure herself and this was one of those moments. “Initially, just to keep up appearances and meet new people, I guess. I’m not really sure why, but I just felt like I had to go.” Her first game after moving to Austria had begun with her in the common room, studying. Someone had come down the staircase of their dormitory, she couldn’t even remember who, and had begged her to join them in the stands. The invitation had completely come as a surprise since she had only been there a week and had yet to get to know anyone past her roommates but she had agreed due to how much guilt-tripping had been done. Apparently, it was the thing to do and if you didn’t, it looked bad on your house. She didn’t get it, but whatever. Studying hadn’t been that important and to get out had been a good idea at the time so she had complied. “It wasn’t until after I found out you were keeper for Slytherin that I actually wanted to go to the games. But, like I said, I tried not to pay too much attention. Sometimes I’d sneak a glance when you won. You seem to be so happy up there; I couldn’t resist seeing that final moment of glory.”

Not once had she ever thought of herself up in the skies on a broom, but apparently Gavin was already doing that thinking for her. “Little flips?” Amina chuckled as she shook her head. “That,” she added, motioning to the area where she had just done those flips in question, “was a cartwheel followed by a back aerial. You’ve never heard of gymnastics, have you?” She didn’t expect an answer to the question, just a dumbfounded look. So many people gave her the same look. “It’s more of a muggle sport than a magical one so I wouldn’t be surprised. Some of us witches and wizards do have our own competitions where no muggles are allowed to enter, just us. Most people just don’t tend to consider it as a sport option though because there’s absolutely no magic required. Not much fun for some people.” She shrugged, not able to understand how people couldn’t see it as fun, but she didn’t care. Ever since she had been a child, cartwheels had been her favorite pass time. So many times she found herself going outside of the mat boundaries because she did one too many cartwheels, one too many aerials, one too many some things. Lose track of where you are at in the routine and you might as well count yourself out of the battle.

“You should come to one of my competitions. I have a few this summer. And they’re all no muggle allowed competitions so you don’t have to worry about interacting with any of them,” she added quickly, though the words left a bad taste in her mouth. Rare few times in her life had she ever talked bad against a muggle and just suggesting her competition was muggle-free disgusted her to the point where she wanted to walk into the forest and vomit. She was ashamed, but she knew his standing on the subject. Even if she didn’t understand it, she had realized it not far in to knowing him. She never found anything wrong with muggles but so many did. She had learned to accept their hatred so long ago but gave it back twofold in kindness to the muggles she knew. They hadn’t done anything wrong and did not deserve any ill-treatment. Granted, she would never marry a muggle; too many complications. But, she didn’t mind being friends with them. “But it would be fun. And you could see more of those little flips. I can do some rather interesting things when I’m in my leotard.” She looked at him with a suggestive look, knowing full well it would drive him wild. She kept her moves to herself until she hit the floor, but she wouldn’t mind giving a pre-show if requested. “Not entirely sure how me doing them in the air would work though. You would have quite some work ahead of you.”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/b]to go.”[/i] Keep up appearances? How was it that she was expecting people to look at her? He didn't understand what the point of that was. The people that she had met thus far weren't worth talking to. Most of the students were no better than the dust that clung to their clothing. He never did understand the point of peer pressure, how people could influence others into doing something for the sake of their reputation. Most people assumed that was all that Slytherin house was about, that everybody in the house was nothing more than Dark Lord groupies, but it was the farthest from the truth. He was fairly certain that they were the only house on campus who was above all the rest because they did what they needed to, they were all honor bound. Anybody who pretended to be above the house system was lying to themselves. Amina was bound to come around on Quidditch, to take a real interest in it, he didn't see how she couldn't, if she wanted to hang around him at all. He had already approved it as one of the only topics that he was comfortable discussing in any amount of detail with her, so she would have to figure it out, plus, he wanted her at the games, even if she had to pretend to support somebody else in his place, he would know that she was only pretending, despite how jealous it was going to make him regardless. He was bound to have to give up something sooner or later since she was already giving up stuff for him, and no doubt would be giving up much more in the future. There was no way around it if this is what she really wanted. A large part of him was still hoping that she would realize how difficult this was going to be, and run the other way, but until that time came, he could indulge her, couldn't he?

“It wasn’t until after I found out you were keeper for Slytherin that I actually wanted to go to the games. But, like I said, I tried not to pay too much attention. Sometimes I’d sneak a glance when you won. You seem to be so happy up there; I couldn’t resist seeing that final moment of glory.” His smile was much more wide than it had been before, he was sure of that. Both from recalling the feeling that he got whenever he won, and her admitting to the fact that she was watching him. He liked that she was watching him, a surprising amount actually. That same feeling that had sealed his fate all those years ago, Merlin how he wished that he had never met her sometimes. “Little flips? That, was a cartwheel followed by a back aerial. You’ve never heard of gymnastics, have you?” He turned back away from her, staring at the spot that she had been pointing at because he didn't understand the words that she was saying, obviously they were the names of the moves that she had just been doing. He had done similar things, but with a broom they all had different names he supposed. “It’s more of a muggle sport than a magical one so I wouldn’t be surprised. Some of us witches and wizards do have our own competitions where no muggles are allowed to enter, just us. Most people just don’t tend to consider it as a sport option though because there’s absolutely no magic required. Not much fun for some people.” His eyes narrowed, she even indulged in Muggle sports? Apparently they had a tighter grasp on her than she had originally intended. It was disgusting. He couldn't imagine himself every being alright with the fact that she loved a muggle sport. Sure, he had indulged in a little rugby whenever he was younger, sometimes the younger family members would play at the family reunions or functions whenever they adults were inside and being stuffy. Yet, it wasn't a real past time of his, it was just to run around, to play, to be legally allowed to beat the stuffing out of his family members without getting in trouble. Those were the days, this was just a part of Amina that he wasn't going to be able to accept. He was allowed that. He didn't mind watching her contort her body in all manner of shapes tough, that would be just fine.

“You should come to one of my competitions. I have a few this summer. And they’re all no muggle allowed competitions so you don’t have to worry about interacting with any of them,” His eyes shifted to the forest floor, his hands rubbing together awkwardly, rubbing at the spot where his ring used to be, out of nothing more than habit. Summer. Yes. That would be the end of it wouldn't it? He had thought a few times about the summer, knowing that his mother undoubtedly already had copious amounts of plans for the two of them, traveling and what not. Picking out his future house, furnishing that house, more travel. Although, they did have a summer house on a beach front in Italy that he had imagined taking her to for a month or so, the only way that they would be allowed to be what they wanted to be together, if that was indeed what she actually wanted out of this. He hoped so, since she was offering to make plans for so far into the future. He couldn't agree now, but he would keep it in mind, with very serious consideration. Perhaps he could get away from his duties for a little while, perhaps he could have Amina help him break in his new house before he met his fiance. The thought turned his frown upside down, a devilish grin overcoming his features. He didn't answer her request, he had nothing to say to her yet. Plus, no muggle allowed sounded promising, but that meant people might recognize him there. “But it would be fun. And you could see more of those little flips. I can do some rather interesting things when I’m in my leotard.” Well, that caught his attention, turning toward her he smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, his fingers pressing against her soft skin with no intensive purpose. She hadn't been that brazen before, it was a nice change. Made him feel more comfortable in his advances.

“Not entirely sure how me doing them in the air would work though. You would have quite some work ahead of you.” He shrugged his fingers attempting to dip into her running shorts again, but not getting very far at her words, that felt like a challenge to him. Extracting his hands from hr body he reached forward with his foot, kicking his wand closer to his body and then reaching it with his hand he lifted it, looking at her critically. “I'm a good teacher” he smiled and lifted his wand “Accio broom!” he shouted, pointing in the general direction of the Quidditch pitch and waited. It would be here, but it was just going to take a little while, it was a very rare thing indeed that he could talk about Quidditch this much and not end up flying. So, since he didn't much want to cut their little conversation short, he was going to have to combine the two of them. “Hope that you don't want to back out now”

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[Amina Krane]

Amina immediately regretted bringing up her passion in their conversation. The mention of muggles, the very idea of him even considering being around them, was obviously too much. She could tell by the look on his face as she glanced over that he was not fond of the idea. Deciding not to linger on his face for more than one moment, Amina looked down at the ground. All of the stories of how Slytherin’s loathed muggles, muggleborns, and some of them even couldn’t stand half-bloods. Even with her being a pureblood at heart, Amina could not understand the reasoning behind the hostility. Even sitting here with Gavin, she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t put it aside. After all, she had been the one living near the muggles, not him. He didn’t think it was a disease that was contagious, did he? Shaking her head, she realized just how stupid that was. She had known how he was going to react which was why she had that bad aftertaste in her mouth, the one that came about because she told him the specific competition she was inviting him to was a no-muggle allowed competition. Even knowing how he was going to react didn’t help, though. It was one thing that would always set the two apart, one thing they would never get past. But, it was probably one of the smaller things they would never be able to get past. His arranged marriage was the other one.

But that didn’t matter. Not when she felt him shift behind her. The comment about the leotard had done exactly what she had wanted it to. A grin spread across her lips as she felt his arm wrap around her. Good, they were off the muggle topic. That was all that mattered. No, that wasn’t what mattered, his hand making its way under her shirt mattered. Biting the inside of her lip, Amina nearly giggled like a little school girl but she choked it back. This was probably one of the most inappropriate times, just like every time before now where their bare skin had been touching, for her to show just how little of experience she had in this realm. She had slept with him more than she had slept with her two ex’s combined, and yet, she still felt a little giddy at the thought of doing it again. Any bad feelings she had towards him for the incident against the tree earlier were gone. Any fear she had of him had already been erased just with that one simple touch, with that little bit of conversation they had where she got to see more of him than just a closed off male with supposedly everything to lose. It was enough for her to forget anything had ever happened between the two of them. She leaned into him slightly, his fingers pressing deeper into her skin. What was it about him that drove her so wild? No man in history had this sort of effect on her. Sure, she had gotten a little steamy for some men in her history but never like this. Never had a man caused her to go from being completely calm to wanting to sit on his lap with just the touch of his fingertips.

She was about to reach her own arm around him when she felt the tips of his fingers lessen the pressure on her skin A quizzical look crossed her face as she turned on the rock to face him. The hand that had just been against her skin, was now reaching down to grab his wand. Why his wand? What did he need that for at a time like this? He had nearly just had his hand down her shorts and now he had his wand? Was he planning on stripping her with the wand? Honestly, she couldn’t imagine that being the case. He seemed to have so much fun stripping her with his bare hands, why would he turn to his wand? “I'm a good teacher.” As if she wasn’t already confused enough, that threw her for a loop. She turned completely around to see him as he lifted his wand into the air. What was he going to teach her? “You know, that could be taken in so many different directions, it’s unreal.” Nearly every direction she was thinking involved his hand going right back under the waistline of her shorts. Some didn’t even require that motion. “Accio broom!” Oh. That. She almost felt a blush go through her cheeks. He had brought her to such a different place of mind that she completely forgot about their conversation prior to his hand touching her. Why did he have such a strong effect on her? Just a simple touch of his hand against her skin caused her to lose all train of thought prior to it. She wanted his hand to come back to her, to forget the broom. She wanted him to bring her back down to that patch in the leaves.

But, instead, he was focusing on bringing his broom to their location. What had she just gotten herself into? “Hope that you don't want to back out now.” The blush in her cheeks drained completely, leaving behind her pale complexion. “Nope, I’m good,” she said, a slightly shaky tone to her words. Heights weren’t her thing but she would make it work. Amina had been put into Gryffindor for a distinct reason. Her bravery outmatched nearly everyone in her house and it was what was going to push her to get on that broom. It was what would help her not freak out the moment she left the ground and looked down to see the forest looked just like a giant green blanket of leaves. She wouldn’t allow herself to show her fear card. That card had already been played once and it would never be back in play again. Not as long as she could help it that is. Looking over at him, she gave him a reassuring smile, although she wasn’t sure how well it would work considering the paleness of her skin. “How long have you been flying again?” she asked, trying to make sure she didn’t elude to her uncertainty about flying. Her eyes moved from him to the tree line in the direction of where he had pointed his wand. Nothing yet. Maybe it wouldn’t come? Maybe she would have to bring out her bravery to face the heights of flying?

She scooted up on the rock and pulled in her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Amina took in a few deep breaths. You can do this. You’re not afraid of heights. It’s just a hurdle that you can cross and he can be there with you. You’ve gotten over so many already, one more shouldn’t be difficult. Right? “Bring it on,” she said, the confidence returning to her voice as she heard a soft whistling through the air. She looked up to see the broom soaring through the air in their direction. As it approached the rock where they were located, she realized this was the closest she had ever been to an enchanted broom. She had used one to clean the floor, but nothing like the one Gavin had called forth. It was sleek, sturdy, and much more appealing than the broom she had used to sweep off the porch at home. She released her legs from the hold she had on the rock, sliding down a bit so they touched the ground again. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. That thing looked like it could hold up pretty well to the two of them. Wait, he was planning on it being the both of them right? He was certifiably crazy if he was imagining that she would be the only one. “So, how do we do this…” she muttered as she slid off and stepped closer to it.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] Apparently his touch had done more to her than he had originally thought. Grinning over at her curled up on the rock he chuckled. “Dirty girl” he teased, not actually minding one bit that her mind was in the gutter, in fact he encouraged it. “I would be happy to teach you anything about that topic, any time” of course if she asked, he would be happy to put off flying a little longer, he had time to kill, and she was such a pleasant diversion to the norm. “Nope, I’m good,” Good. He was oddly looking forward to this, they could fly through and over the forest, and not be at risk of being seen. Due to the rain he had managed to skirt the Aurors to get into the forest in the first place, so he doubted that anybody would be missing him. Even if they were, he had absolute faith in Care, she would cover for him. He could tell that she was nervous, but she was going to be flying with the best, there was no reason for her to be upset in any capacity around him, not any more. Since she had voiced her concerns about their earlier encounter, he was going to be more careful. He would keep to his word. “How long have you been flying again?” he considered for a moment, “Longer than I've been walking” He hoped that was answer enough for her, of course, she wasn't going to have the luxury of starting on a broom that didn't go any higher than a foot off the ground. No, his broom was top of the line, even if it was a couple of years old. He liked this model, and would buy it again if anything should happen to his beloved broom. It was his favorite possession apart from the ring that she was wearing around her neck. This broom, could go faster than she could ever dream of running, and there were no height limits. Yes, it had been a modified version of the broom but he had needed it at the time. He still did, but he wouldn't risk going that high with her on the broom as well.

“Bring it on,” Beaming, he held out his hand to her “that's my girl” he said it without thinking, and then stumbled internally. He shouldn't have said that, but he also felt no desire to retract it either. It hung awkwardly over his head, he guessed it was a fitting term, but it still made him uncomfortable. There was a whistling in the trees, it was coming, he could hear it expertly weaving throughout the branches and coming to settle directly in front of him, then encircling the two like a happy puppy. Grinning he grabbed hold of the broom, fishing off the goggles from the foot strap and offering them to Amina. He could make do easily without them, but if this was her first time, she should try it. He jumped into the air, the broom compensating for his bulk and swinging around with him in a barrel roll of sorts. Flying was easier to him sometimes than even walking was. Hopping back off, he held up upright, like they did whenever posing for their Quidditch photos. “Amina, this is Bernice” it was an elderly female name, and he couldn't have cared less, she was the best therapist, caretaker and companion that he had ever had. ”So, how do we do this…” Dropping it back down to where it was hovering, he climbed on, letting the heels of his shoes rest on the polished golden foot holds. He felt so at ease, and no doubt he looked it. Scooting forward about six inches on the broom, taking advantage of his long legs he put them on the outermost edge of the footholds. Gesturing to the spot behind him, he waited for her to get on, and place her feet on the inside of his. “Get on, and hold on tight” he said a little more sultry than he needed to, but he wasn't going to pretend like her having her arms around him wasn't something that he was going to enjoy.

Once she had complied. Even if she didn't really look like she wanted to, he gave her credit for just trying something new. “Sitting is the first step” he said like she should be proud of herself, of course he would be in control of his ride, but he wanted her to enjoy herself as well, he wanted her to love this the way that he did. This was another first for him, of course he had shared a broom with another player during the game if he or another got bucked off of their broom, but never just shared a broom for recreational purposes like this. Reaching around, he pulled Amina's hips closer to his own, making sure that whenever they did start to move, that he was going to be diverting the wind force around her completely. “Hold on tight” he suggested, making sure that she had a good grip of his torso. Sure, he should have put back on his sweatshirt, but it was getting warmer, and he loved the feeling of the fast air hitting his skin, windburn be damned. He didn't ask her if she was ready, he didn't want her to think about it any more. Leaning down over his broom a little, he could feel Amina against his back, he didn't even have to think too much before the broom took off through the trees, his keep vision navigating them without much effort at all, slowly, climbing higher and higher until their knees skimmed the canopy. He didn't stop, he was just getting started, sure, for her first time he wouldn't be doing any of the fancy tricks, but he wanted to show her what flying was all about, how it could just clear ones mind, make everything else just go away. He didn't stop until they were a good ten feet higher than the tree tops, they could see for miles and miles in every direction, the Quidditch pitch was too far to make out clearly, but the full view of the castle and lake along with all sides of the forest played out underneath them. Sitting upright, he placed a hand on her knee, still smiling. “What do you think?”
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[Amina Krane]

“Dirty girl. I would be happy to teach you anything about that topic, any time.” The blush that had finally disappeared from Amina’s cheeks was back again as she smiled sheepishly. “I’m sure you could,” she muttered, knowing full well that she wouldn’t deny any teachings from him in that subject. So far, she had allowed him to get as creative as he wanted and she didn’t regret a single moment. Even in a space as cramped as a supply closet he had managed to surprise her. If her first time had been with him, she would have been addicted from the get go. Luckily, she knew he was a rare specimen, able to treat her like a woman. Treat her in a way not many men understood or could replicate for another woman. So rather than being addicted to sex, she was only addicted to him and for so many more reasons. Which was probably a good thing. She couldn’t imagine being the school tramp. Just the thought of it made her cringe as the blush began to fade from her cheeks once more. No, that wasn’t her outlook on life in the slightest. “Longer than I've been walking.” Oh good. A change of subject. And a good one. At least he was reassuring her. She hoped it was true, that he wasn’t exaggerating, but even if he was, at least he had the decency to choose now of all times to exaggerate. She needed all the reassurance she could get if she was going to be able to get up into the sky with him without revoking her promise to herself in the past not to be afraid of things.

“That's my girl.” The look on Amina’s face had to be priceless. If she had the chance, she probably would have paid someone to take a picture so she could keep it forever because, she was pretty sure, this was the most surprised she had ever been in her life. Her thirteenth birthday party had been the biggest surprise in her life. She had thought everyone she knew had forgotten one of the most important days of her life. Amina wasn’t one to make a big deal of birthdays, nor was she one to remind people of the special day, but her thirteenth had been a big one. It marked the day where her parents would finally let her have some freedom. They had promised her, on her thirteenth birthday, she would have her curfew raised to eleven, she would be able to stop checking in with her parents every hour, and she would be able to finally have a boyfriend. Each of those was a milestone. For once, she could go surfing without her parents hovering on the beach, go to dinner with her friends and not have to worry about the time, and finally have a relationship with one of the guys she had been crushing on for years. It was a grand day, but that morning, everyone seemed to forget her excitement from just the day before. They seemed to forget about her. She had been in a slump all day, one of the largest she had ever been in her entire life, until she arrived home. The lights were off so naturally she had figured her parents were gone, forgetting they were supposed to have dinner together. But when she walked through the door, nearly the entire island was in her home. Her heart had practically stopped for quite some time. That feeling did not even compare to the one she had right now.

Hadn’t he said their relationship was forbidden? Why would he go and call her his girl if he had no intentions of this lasting past his arranged marriage? The words replayed in her head for a little while as she tried to comprehend what he had meant by them. Was it sincere? With how quickly he had let them slip from his lips, those sweet lips, she assumed they were. A lie took a lot longer to form then that. Is he rethinking us? she questioned herself. Though the thought quickly disappeared from her mind. How many times had she let one of his statements like that one trick her into thinking their relationship could be something more than hiding in a closet or under cover of a forest canopy? Each time she had thought they were forming a new relationship, he shot her down and reminded her that this was never going to last. That he had an arranged marriage he had to be faithful to instead of her. So, instead of making any sort of remark to it, she pressed her lips together and when she released the pressure, she allowed all thoughts of what he had just said to disappear. Instead, she only took in the sight of the broom in front of her. That was what mattered, not him calling her his girl. Sure, he had given her the ring but it was temporary. His girl was far more permanent than she was sure he had imagined. In fact, he was probably taking back those words in his head right now. She wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

As he approached the broom, she merely watched from a distance. She was still hesitant but couldn’t deny the smile on his face. He loved flying, she could see that, and if he loved it, that meant it couldn’t be too bad. When he tossed her the goggles, she had barely managed to catch them before turning them over in her hands. They were actually going to do this. He wasn’t lying. Part of her wondered if it had been some kind of joke that he was pulling, saying they would go flying just to see if he could get under her skin, which it had worked, but that wasn’t his intention at all. He meant it. They were going to do this. “Amina, this is Bernice.” She cocked her head the side as she approached. “Hi Bernice,” she said in a slightly weirded out tone but letting out a soft chuckle after her words. She was talking to a broom, but hey, she had talked to worse. How many times had she told the balance beam to be nice and not move from under her? And the thing was even bolted to the ground. She smiled as she watched him handle the broom with such ease. It was second nature to him. Name or not, he was in his zone and that was what really mattered. He got on it so easily, not even hesitating for a single moment. It hovered off the ground, not even moving as he sat on the thin frame and put his feet against the gold pegs.

When he moved forward, she realized he was making way for her. That was also when she realized her grip on the goggles was starting to cut in her palms. She really was nervous. You can do this. Just one step at a time, she thought to herself as she loosened her grip on the goggles, making sure she hadn’t done any damage. The good thing was her grip was not nearly strong enough to do any harm. They were made of far too good of quality for that. “Get on, and hold on tight.” Her eyes flickered from the goggles to him and then back. “Here goes nothing,” she said, slipping on the goggles and walking to his side. He was going to get a kick out of this, she knew it. That was the whole point for his tone a moment ago. Gavin knew in order for this to work, her arms would have to be around him and he wanted exactly that. And she would comply, because no doubt, she would feel up his abs all day every day if she had the opportunity. That had been the little push that she had needed to get her to put her legs around the broom and take a seat right behind him, placing her feet in the spots he had so nicely provided. Her nerves were getting the better of her as she looked at the small distance from the ground. She was higher than this during her competitions, but she was always in control. Giving up control was difficult. But she would do it. For him, she would probably do anything. But kill. Or sleep with his friends. Those two rules still stood.

“Sitting is the first step.” Amina gave a nervous chuckle as she wrapped her arms around him, the warmth of his body immediately rushing a wave of comfort over him. She was right where she needed to be and it was sad that she needed to touch him to know that, but at least it was something. “If you say so,” she replied, taking a deep breath as she took her eyes off of the ground beneath them. Just one more fear to conquer. You can do this. As he pulled her closer to him, she grinned. “Hold on tight.” “You don’t have to worry about that one.” Her tone had lost all nerves. She was basking in the glory of her arms wrapped around his muscular torso, taking in every ridge of his abs as they sat here on the broom. For a moment, she had forgotten what she was even holding on for. Then it came. The immediate rush of wind freaked her out for a moment as she pressed her face against his back, closing her eyes tightly. She was freaking out and she didn’t care that he was seeing. This was more than she had bargained for. But she would get through it because she swore fear wouldn’t change her life. It would not affect her negatively. Pushing past it, she opened her eyes slowly as she felt the trees brushing up against her legs. Her eyes fell upon the treetops as they rose out of the forest. Part of her really wanted to close her eyes again and force him to take them back to the floor, but then another part of her was taking in the sights.

They weren’t going too fast, at least she didn’t think so. Not nearly as fast as he did when flying around the pitch to get the ball… thing. Quaffle. Right. She needed to know these things if they were going to keep meeting like this. The more she realized he wasn’t going to do crazy things with her, she began to ease up. The tension in her arms released as she pulled her head off of his back and began to take in everything. The wind through her hair was nice, almost like she was back in her friends convertible back home. Immediately Amina was happy she had put her hair up. If it was anything like a ride in top-down convertible, she would never be able to untangle her hair if she hadn’t. Her eyes finally ventured to the other side of them which is where the real sights were. The castle was gorgeous, and was accented by the lake just below. She hadn’t realized just how small they were in comparison to the rest of the world. The forest beneath them seemed to be quadruple the size of the two combined, but she was sure it had to do with distance. Either way, the view was spectacular. Her eyes turned back to him as his hand appeared on her knee. For a moment she had forgotten he was even there, that they were flying. They were actually flying. “What do you think?” The smile on his face was enough for her to reflect it tenfold. He was having such a good time, and she was happy he was. Their time together should be nothing short of this excitement he was feeling, she was feeling. There was no fear here.

“It’s fantastic,” she replied, wanting so much to just lean forward and kiss him in a thank you, but she didn’t dare try something like that. She might not have a fear of being on the broom, of flying, but that didn’t mean she was going to chance making one wrong move and falling. “Thank you for the suggestion. I would have never done this without some sort of a push. I’m just happy with was from you.”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] He grinned a little larger, nodding as an answer. They didn't have so much hype around flying and Quidditch for nothing, it was the wizarding past time, she would see. “Thank you for the suggestion. I would have never done this without some sort of a push. I’m just happy with was from you.” His smile faltered, it was such a bittersweet complement coming from her. He liked that he could share new experiences with her, that he could push her in the way that she pushed him. It was what attracted him to her in the first place, that she pushed him, then her honesty. It was so rare to him, how outspoken that she was. She came form a totally different life. “this is nothing” he stated sadly, he could have shown her so much time had they met earlier, in a different way, if she had been from a different family, or even in a different house, she had nothing working in her favor. No cards that he could hold for his family. It was hopeless. He didn't want to ruin their outing, but his brain was threatening it. “Watch” Grabbing hold of the broom once more, he scooted forward a little more, using his upper body strength to support his weight. He opened his legs out wide so that he didn't kick her in the head, rolling his body upward carefully, balancing himself on his hands until he was doing the equivalent of a hand stand on the tip of his broom. Winking at her, he placed his feet on the broom, carefully standing up like he was about to start surfing. The broom wobbled only slightly, it was used to him moving around like this, though these weren't ideal shoes for this sort of thing. Looking down at her he grinned “Grab hold of the broom Amina” his face grew serious, if she didn't she was going to be bucked off in just a moment. “I mean it, take hold, tightly” Once her hands were steady, he jumped once, like on a diving board. Not the most impressive tricks, but he couldn't get too crazy with her yet. Once her grip was secured on the bouncing broom, he jumped backward off of the broom, flipping once like she had done on the forest floor before spreading himself out to slow his decent, and the broom nose dived down with Amina on it to come and get him.
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[Amina Krane]

As Gavin tightened the goggles around her head, she laughed. Obviously she wasn’t the best at this kind of stuff because she couldn’t even get the goggles bit right. His hand returned to her thigh and the feeling made her feel that much more comfortable about being up here. The pressure of his fingertips made her grin widen and her grip around him relax a little more. He wasn’t going to let her fall and she knew that. He had everything under control so she was just along for the ride and she didn’t mind. She would ride with him any day. “This is nothing.” Nothing? Well, they had very different ideas of nothing. Though, Amina thought what she did was nothing but only a small percentage of people in the world could do it. She was pretty sure Gavin felt the same way about flying. So she could understand where he was coming from. She just couldn’t imagine being able to do this all the time. “I think I love your idea of nothing, then,” she said, taking another look around them. “I could get used to this.” Of course, the view wasn’t the only thing she could get used to. Her body against his, her hands against his abs; all were very good reasons to do this again. If she wasn’t so afraid of what may happen, she would have leaned in and kissed him, but the last thing she wanted was to fall over the side. She didn’t need that. “Watch.”

What was he planning? Why was he moving forward? Amina’s hands immediately let go of him and gripped the broom beneath her, her arms placed as close to her body as she could get them without grabbing onto herself. He better not be planning on kicking her off the thing midair just to show how he can catch her. That would just be cruel. She had just gotten over the fear of being up here on the thing, she didn’t need to be worried her entire life that she would fall of the thing. She knew if she did fall off, he would catch her. He wouldn’t let her fall to her death, but the worry that it would happen would always linger over her head in the future if he did it. And she didn’t even have a wand that she could protect herself with if he happened to miss. There was only trees to help soften the blow and they wouldn’t do a very good job. They were far better for processing oxygen and becoming fabulous furniture and sheets of paper. She didn’t see them as a cushion to break her fall. As he placed his hands at the tip of the broom, she became even more confused. Her hands that were gripping the broom tightened a bit as he then lifted himself into a handstand on the broom. Her head cocked to the side as she raised an eyebrow. “Wow, I didn’t know you were that flexible,” she mentioned, a smile creeping across her face, removing the small bit of panic that had previously shown there. He was going to show off and that was fine. Hadn’t she only done that a bit ago? She wondered how far his flexibility went, if he was anywhere near as flexible as her. If so, they could have some really interesting times in the future. The thought made her chuckle softly as she closed her eyes, only seeing images that wanted her to have them back on the ground at this exact moment.

When he began moving again, her eyes flew open. She had hoped he was just going to sit back down, that he had finished his show but instead, he placed his feet on the broom. The look of panic was beginning to creep back across her face but she forced it to stay down. She was going to keep calm. He wouldn’t get any more fear out of her. No, she was just going to let him do his thing while she sat by idly and hoped she would make it out of this alive. “Grab hold of the broom Amina.” Her eyes looked at him with a “what the hell are you doing” look before looking down at her hands. They were already gripped rather tightly, she wasn’t sure if she could go anymore without hurting her own hands. “I mean it, take hold, tightly.” She looked back up at him, her fingers interlocking with one another. It was the tightest she could go but the look on her face was deepening. What was he thinking? When he jumped the first time, her elbows unbuckled as the broom waivered and came back upright. Why was he treating this like he was about to jump into a pool? The trees weren’t a pool. She had established that when she was considering how well they would soften the blow if he threw her off. The jumping seemed like a joke after the first one, like he was just testing her to see what she would do. But then he did a back flip off of the broom. Her eyes widened as she watched him fall, spread eagle. “What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice carried only so far through the air, and she wondered if she even heard him. Would that be the last image he saw?

Then her thoughts wandered to the broom. Would it fall out of the sky? She didn’t even know how to fly. Didn’t it require someone to tell it what to do? She sure as hell didn’t know. For that split second where she wondered what would happen to the two of them, her heart raced. But all it took was a second for the broom to react. It dove, right after him. That was why he said to hold on tightly, and she did. She didn’t think her grip could get any tighter but she had been wrong. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing his ring around her finger cause it sure as hell would have left a deep impression into her skin. Instead, she was just going to have red marks where her fingers were overlapping, her nails digging into her skin and leaving small half circle imprints. For a moment, she didn’t think it would reach him; that they wouldn’t reach him. Her breath was caught in her throat as the broom flew to him. Her heart had stopped the moment he had jumped and all she knew was the wind was moving past her and he was beneath her. She had no recollection of how and she wasn’t sure when, but at some point, he had managed to slip back into place on the broom. She finally caught her breath when he visualized in front of her and, for a moment, she wondered if her hands would even be able to peel off one another. It took a moment for her to collect herself. Half of her was still at the place where they had begun and was finally starting to come back to her, including her stomach. But once she regained control of all motor functions, she pulled a hand off of the broom and slapped him hard on the arm. She was pretty sure there would be a red mark there sometime in the near future.

But her anger didn’t last long. It actually transformed into a laugh as her hand went back to join the other on the broom handle. “That was, by far, the biggest rush I have ever felt.” Her laugh continued as she closed her eyes, took in a few more deep breaths to steady herself again, and then looked back at him. He was absolutely crazy and had given her a good start by his trick, but she had to admit that it was invigorating. It was the biggest rush she had gotten since leaving Florida and if flying could be this much fun, she was sure there was little to worry about. She just wondered how the broom had known what to do. How did they work? It was almost like the broom had a mind of its own, knowing exactly how to fly to its owner, how to make sure its owner stayed safe, but was that possible? She made a mental note to do some more research on brooms, or at least pick his brain about it. It might be a decent investment when her family managed to scrape up some spare change in the future. “What else you have in that bag of tricks of yours?”

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] He was expecting something more admonishing, but that was what he had been wanting to hear. He matched her laugh, nodded softly. These were really only basic things, well, basic for him. He didn't exactly want her jumping off of a broom on her own any time soon. No, whenever she started flying on her own, because he was fairly certain that he had hooked her on it, she would start off far more basic, on the training models that didn't go nearly as high or as fast as the broom that she was sitting on now. “What else you have in that bag of tricks of yours?” he shrugged, not wanting to give anything away. Reaching back, he pulled her hands gently off of the broom and placed them around his waist, interlocking her hands around one another. He didn't mind if she held onto the broom, but he didn't really fancy her hands that close to his bum while going any speed. He hoped she had gotten the hint to hold on tightly by now. He lowered himself closer to the broom, yet, keeping himself angled up just enough that he would keep her from getting pulled off by wind force. It was all in the thighs really, keeping on centered properly. Pulling the handle up, they went up once more, going in a giant circle like on the muggle roller coasters they had covered last year in class. Something about their need for recreational activities. Once out of the loop, they went in a straight line, heading toward the far side of the forest, fast. Almost as fast as the broom could go while carrying the bulk of two people. She didn't weigh much, but the broom was still small, all things considered. Once on the outskirts of the forest, he did a few more aerial loops and spins to keep things interesting, before setting them down on the forest floor, miles away from the school. They could say anything here, if the school found out they had left the grounds, they were going to be in heaps of trouble.

“We're going to have to get you a broom” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world, his parents had bought him the one that he was on at the end of term fourth year, he had spent the entire summer breaking in the thing, doing every trick that he could, enchanting it to follow his body. It was a simple spell, every smart Quidditch Player did since the spell had been invented yeas ago, otherwise people would be falling to their deaths all the time. Professional leagues played a lot higher than the school did. Even with Amina on his broom, it would follow him. It could give her the idea of flying, but without him it wouldn't obey her for long. He wondered if her family would even be able to afford a broom like this. He remembered her family, she had been standing by them at some point in the evening, one of the glimpses that he had gotten of them whenever he was waltzing Kariana around the dance floor. No siblings that he had been able to see, just regular, boring parents. He had thought them plain at first, he could see where Amina had gotten her looks from, certain genetic markers on both of her parents faces that were mirrored on her face as well. Yet, they were unremarkable, and given how he knew that they had raised Amina, he disliked them even more than he did from first opinion. Whenever he had children, he wouldn't dare expose them to muggles before he absolutely had to. They would be raised just like he had been, he had wanted for nothing. He had parents who loved him, sure he had heard horror stories about pure blooded families, some of them closer to home than others but his own family were very close. They held almost no secrets between them, his mother was warm and inviting most of the time, his father worked more than he should have, but it never affected their relationship. They seemed a little stuffy, he could only imagine meeting her parents. Feeling superior to the man of her house, not being able to take the full grown man seriously. He was a traitor, he should have done better by those who depended on him, no doubt his wife even had a job. He couldn't even imagine, a system so horribly broken. No wonder they only had one child, granted, she was a wonderful child, but only one? In a pure blooded family? It was selfish. Their bloodlines were all dwindling down to nothing as it was, for them to not provide more children to help keep pure bloods from dwindling out all together, it was just selfish, and narrow minded. Even if Gavin didn't like children, he would have had a good half dozen children just to continue on his bloodline as best as he possibly could. He just couldn't imagine respecting a man that didn't care that he was a member of a very elite group, that he didn't cherish the gift that he had been given. Luckily, he had passed that gift down to Amina, and hopefully she would carry it out, continue her legacy with lots of children. His children. Mentally, he slapped himself, no way, no way would that ever be allowed to happen. He couldn't allow it, he was meticulous about that sort of thing, and most of all, she hadn't been chosen. The woman who would bear his children would be in his life soon enough, and it certainly wasn't get.

“Lucinda.” he muttered, it was a simple, elegant name. Nothing fancy or out of the ordinary, he didn't know her last name, because his mother had told him that it wasn't important, that he didn't need to know her last name because soon enough they would be sharing a surname. She had only told him recently, since their closet encounter. In fact, he didn't even think that she had meant to, they had met for coffee during the last Somerset trip, and they had spoken. She had mentioned that she was going to encourage the lady's parents to have Lucinda write to Gavin, so that they could start their bond early, get to know each others minds before they met in the flesh. Personally, Gavin didn't have time for a pen pal, he already had a very full schedule, much less did he have any desire to include another person in his life. Much less her. He didn't like her, which wasn't fair considering that he would be spending the rest of his life with her. He really should have been devoting his time to attempting to ready himself for his final year of school, for the final exams, the Quidditch cup, or even just making summer plans. He had so much still to do this year and yet, he was wasting time up here with Amina. Only, it didn't really feel wasted, it was just the word that he was going to label their outing with in a lame attempt to help him justify it in his head. “That's her name” why he felt like she had a right to know, he wasn't sure. Perhaps he was only telling her because he didn't know who else to talk to about it. Sure, he had Care to talk to, but he just felt wrong talking to her about it. She knew, she understood, but it didn't pertain to her any longer. So there was just no point. For some reason, Amina was the only one that he felt comfortable with talking about it, perhaps she would finally hate somebody, and having a name would help her. He would appreciate her dislike of the stranger, only because then he could focus his energy on diffusing her and not worrying about his own conflicting emotions. If she wanted to talk, really talk. This was going to be the time and place to do it. It was just the two of them.

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[Amina Krane]

Amina’s breath was finally back to normal as her eyes took in the sight of a not-falling Gavin sitting in front of her. She was happy he was back on, safe on the broom, but she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had up his sleeves. Was that the most daring thing he would do on a broom? No. He wouldn’t do his most daring trick with her on the broom, not with it being her first time flying. That was probably the simplest one he had, only because he wouldn’t do something too daring on her first time in the air. At least she didn’t think so. Unless he realized how much of a daring person she was, then maybe he would do something like this. But something told her he was saving the good stuff until later, a time where he would need to show off. She wasn’t sure when that would be, but Gavin would certainly find a time to show off. He had that type of personality and it was a personality she was absolutely enjoying. Though he had his moments where she felt like he was being overly abrasive, she couldn’t deny that it only made her want him more. Made her want to show him that he didn’t need to be aggressive in any form towards her. If he wanted something, he just needed to simply ask. Sure he had asked for her to shut up in the past, but nearly every time Gavin had requested her mouth stay shut, it had been in a mean way rather than a simple request. She wouldn’t listen if he was being hostile, because that only meant she hadn’t quite gotten through to him. One day she would. She only hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

Of course, too late would be when one of his tricks went awry and he couldn’t recover. What other things could he do? Treat the broom like a balance beam, with it moving underneath him every time he did some sort of flip? Maybe treating it like a bucking bull? The possibilities were endless. She was starting to get lost in the ideas. At least, until Gavin’s hands were peeling hers from the wooden surface. Her mind came back from the wonders of what tricks he could do. With the second body back on the broom, Amina hadn’t quite equated that to pulling her hands off of the broom. She chuckled softly as he placed her hands back around him, one hand on top of the other. “Sorry,” she muttered, the two getting as close as they had been previously. Her fingers interlaced one another as she placed her head against his back again. She mainly did it because she wanted to be close to him but also so he wouldn’t pull another stunt like that right away. Because even though she wanted to see what else he had to offer, she was pretty sure she couldn’t stand another moment of her heart racing to catch him again. Not to mention her hands wouldn’t be able to withstand the strain of holding the broom that tightly again. It was so much easier for them to stay attached to his washboard abs. Luckily, he wasn’t going to jump. Instead, they went on a small trip. The initial thought was it would be back down to the forest but, as they raced through the air, the wind catching her hair in her ponytail, she noticed an upward pull as they went into a large circle, and raced straight towards the edge of the forest.

The speed was shocking, because she hadn’t realized just how fast it could go, but it was also invigorating. The feel of the wind rushing by her ears, the slight whistling a result; her ponytail whipping in the wind; the fast approaching trees below them. When she had thought he was just going to skim the trees, the broom did a few more tricks, making her feel like she was back at Busch Gardens in Florida, riding Kumba for the first time. Her eyes looked around them, spotting the school, then the woods, then the sky, and then they closed. It was a bad idea to take a good look at everything around them because she was starting to feel queasy but closing her eyes helped to diminish the nausea and instead, focus on the intensity of the turns and sound of the wind whistling by. The feeling made her let out an excited laugh as her eyes opened once again to see them descending below the tree line. She was slightly upset the ride was over, but once they touched the forest floor, she was happy about it. The feeling of unease in her stomach didn’t register until her feet touched the ground and the world continued to move around her. “We're going to have to get you a broom.” He seemed too serious about it. That was when she really made the connection that he wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. “Heh, I’ll see if I can fit that in at some point,” she said, trying not to give way of her envy of him. She wanted to be back to that place in her life. Her family had been so well off before the economy tanked in the United States. Their savings account was meant to sustain both children as the pursued whatever dream they chose. They knew Amina had wanted to compete for the rest of her life and their son had yet to figure out just what his niche was in the world, but they wanted to make sure both children were well off enough to figure it out and do what they loved. No one had seen the draining of that account coming.

It had taken a year and a half but with their father not having a job and the family having expensive tastes, the savings accounts had been depleted. Her family had taken a hard hit and began to learn how to live without the luxuries they used to have. Oh how she wished they could go back to those days but even with her father now working and her family earning money off of renting her childhood home as a vacation getaway on the beach of the Florida Keys, they couldn’t get back to what they once were. To ask her parents to get her a broom after they had done so hard to keep food on the table was something she couldn’t fathom. If she wanted a broom, she would have to find some way to get it herself. Her family didn’t have much spare change these days and what they did have, they spent on the Gala. It had seemed like a good investment at the time, but now the expensive dress sitting in Amina’s closet seemed so much less worth it. Maybe she could sell it and get a good dent in the cost of a broom. The dress had only been worn once and wasn’t severely damaged so it should be a good sell at a market somewhere. There was also the getting a job prospect. The summer was coming and she was sure she could get a good job at that point. Her parents always insisted she shouldn’t get a job, that she should be training in her free time in order to realize her dream, but that dream was far gone. Gymnastics was now her hobby. Working would be her number one priority when she got out of school and there was no reason to not start this summer. Her first purchase, after her books and supplies for the next school year, could be a broom.

Pushing the negative thoughts from her mind, Amina decided to take her leave from the broom, to find more stable ground to get her head back in focus. This time it wasn’t so difficult to unwrap her hands from his torso, mostly because her grip had faltered when they landed. As she stepped off the broom, she could feel the unease in her stomach spreading through to the rest of her body. She tripped slightly but managed to catch herself and took a few steps towards a tree, leaning her back against it and letting out a soft laugh. Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head back against the tree. Things were starting to focus again, thankfully. “Lucinda.” Amina’s eyes didn’t fly open in order to avoid the unease flowing back, but rather they opened slowly as her head tilted down to him. “What?” she asked, unsure of what he had just said to her. The name wasn’t one she was familiar with and she was pretty sure he hadn’t forgotten her name after such a short amount of time. He was saying someone’s name, someone she didn’t know. But who? “That's her name.” Amina was still confused for a moment, unsure of who was, until she recognized the look on his face. It was the same look he had the first time he had told her about his arranged marriage. “Oh.” The word seemed so meaningless in comparison to his words but what was she supposed to say in response? Part of her wondered why he was thinking about his arranged marriage while flying in the air with her. She imagined it had something to do with the fact that this broom ride would never be spoken about after he got married, never to have a repeat occurrence once he had a ring on his finger, other than the one around her neck. The thought made her frown for a moment but she turned it upside down, the motto her parents had always said.

“It’s a pretty name,” she said, trying to be as positive as she could about the situation. The thoughts of their previous conversations came to mind but she couldn’t let go of the wonder about who would do this to him. Make him give up his choice in marriage. It didn’t seem right. Every human being should have a chance at love and they were stealing that from him. “Why are you going through with it?” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest as she slid down the tree to sit at the base of the trunk. “Why not say no? I mean, whoever is making you go through with this must mean a lot to you because I would have said hell no in an instant.” It was brash, straightforward, and nothing like her normal questions, but she wanted to get to the point. If he didn’t want to tell her, he would shoot it down but at least her point would get across quickly. If her parents had set up an arranged marriage, she would have disowned them and run away. She loved her parents but they had no right meddling in her love life. Despite the fact that they gave her life, it was not their place to tell her who she was going to be with for the rest of her life. They only owner her for so long and to stake claim in her love life passed the threshold she would be willing to give.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] There it was again, his temper flaring up instantly at such a small word from her. Whatever he had been expecting, that wasn't it. That was it? OH? She had nothing else to say? It was fairly important. She wasn't doing very much to assuage the feelings that she had already decided that this was little to nothing to her, despite all of his earlier declarations. His eyes narrowed as he peered up at her standing frame. He couldn't understand how she was taking this news lightly. He couldn't decipher the look on her face. What in Merlin's beard was going through her mind right now? Whenever he thought of the name, he couldn't help but to picture an old hag with a wart on her nose. Of course, all logic stated that she was going to be breathtakingly beautiful, but he couldn't help his assumptions. “It’s a pretty name,” He laughed, in spite of the actual emotions bouncing around in his head. Sitting forward he let his hands drop into the hole formed by his bent legs and shook his head. “No, it's not” he stated bluntly, he didn't know how that was all she had to say. She didn't even seemed phased by the news. Then again, she had yet to seem phased by anything at all. She was so honest, yet so guarded. It was infuriating. Just like almost everything else about her. He could feel himself scowling, he knew how unattractive scowling was, but he kept his eyes trained on the dead grass in front of him. He couldn't look at her, not if she was going to be like this. He was doing his damn best to be honest with her, to confide in her. He was trying so fucking hard to trust her, even just a little and she was shrugging it off. Like it meant nothing. What if it really meant nothing to her? Was she just not understanding? Had he really been so damn wrong about her? He couldn't wrap his head around it.

“Why are you going through with it?” That was the million dollar question wasn't it? He couldn't possibly explain it to her. He was making himself feel queasy just thinking about it. It really was all his fault wasn't it? He couldn't even hope to explain that to her, the inner workings of his family, and those families like his. Those who thought continuing on the pure bloodline was all important. Lines of tension were breaking out across his forehead as he sat, pondering the best way to respond to her. He couldn't back out, any answer he gave her was going to give her the impression that Quidditch was more important to him than her. It was. He had known her for all of a minute, and yet he was supposed to give up his passion just to be with somebody? How could you choose your main love in life, your passion and weigh it next to a person that you might have a future with? He didn't even know the full extent of his feelings toward her. His teeth clamped down on the inside of his cheek, he didn't have an answer, nothing suitable. “Why not say no? I mean, whoever is making you go through with this must mean a lot to you because I would have said hell no in an instant.” Well. That was an honest emotion. He was thankful for it, she wasn't such a robot after all. Yet, their families were so vastly different, she never would have put herself in this position in the first place. It was the truth, he could feel it. She had a point, his family was the most important thing to him in the world, there was nothing that he could rank higher than their wishes. It had seemed like such a perfect solution to his issues whenever the agreement had been struck. How was he supposed to know that he was going to have genuine feelings for somebody? Much less somebody that his family would so wholeheartedly disapprove of. Even if he had told his mother no, she would have stuck him in a desk job he would have been wholly miserable in. he had just told himself that he would come to at least like whoever it was his mother picked. If he didn't, then he would always have Quidditch. Not to mention it had afforded him the reasoning behind sleeping with whoever, wherever he had wanted and never allowing himself to grow attached.

It had worked so very well for so very long. He had never developed lasting feelings for anybody that he couldn't rationalize away with logic, but Amina, she had just come out of nowhere with that damn mouth. He had been very close to having feelings for people with the same traits as her before, but she was so beautiful, so tiny like a little firecracker. She had just blown him away with her persistence, no matter how annoying he found it. “It's not that simple Amina” his voice was low and soft, strained. The internal difficulties he was going through were displayed clearly on his face. He was thankful for the distance between their two bodies, and for the fact that she couldn't just turn away and leave if she grew frustrated at his silence. “No isn't exactly an option” He paused for another long moment, no matter how he phrased the rest it was going to sound horrible. “I chose this...it was my bargain to strike” she was going to be angry, but he couldn't even hope to explain the whole thing to her. “I gave up on love, so that I could do what I love” his gaze shifted wistfully to his broom. She didn't have to understand, she didn't have to accept it even though he knew somehow that she would.

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[Amina Krane]

The ground beneath her feet was finally beginning to level out; the world was stopping the fast spinning cycle it was on. Amina began to use the tree less and less to steady her and focused more on Gavin. He looked probably to be the most vulnerable she had ever seen him. Given they only knew each other for a few months prior, she couldn’t imagine how many other occasions would have caused his vulnerability to show. She was just happy he did have a part of him that wasn’t the big bad Slytherin. It made him actually seem more human than he let on. Like he actually did have feelings that he was subject to abide by, even if he didn’t admit it. If only she could convince him to admit he had feelings for her, she would have gotten something out of him that she was craving. And not in the roundabout way he had been admitting it thus far. He had given her the ring, which was a pretty good sign that he liked her, at least in some fashion. And the fact that he admitted more than once that their relationship couldn’t happen. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it; it’s that he couldn’t have it. That also alluded to some feelings there. But would he ever flat out admit his feelings? Or was Amina going to be stuck in this never-ending sequence of denial? The way his body moved when she hadn’t made a big deal about learning her name showed he was going back to his normal state of agitation, meaning back to that never-ending sequence of denial. She should have guessed. He didn’t seem happy that she didn’t make a big fuss about it. How could she? To make a fuss about knowing who he was supposed to marry down the line would be acknowledging the fact and admitting defeat. She was going to play it cool, not get angry, and not admit that it was a complete possibility. There was always time to see if she could break him out of whatever spell he had been put under to agree to it. She was sure she could.

“It's not that simple Amina.” Merlin! How many times had he said that to her now? Did he honestly think she was that simpleminded? That she couldn’t think in complex ways to understand things she hadn’t experienced? She realized his life wasn’t easy with just the few things she had learned about him, but there was always a way out of any jam. Sure, it wasn’t simple and she had never said it was, but there were always options. “No isn't exactly an option.” If you couldn’t just say no, you do something more extreme. Her family most certainly wouldn’t take no for an answer if she had said she wasn’t moving away from Florida with them. Of course, she had said such things and they had put their foot down. She had done whatever it took to wiggle her way out of it, though. She had a room set up with her friend until she could afford to get her own place, and the school had approved her attending school while her parents were out of town. The only reason she hadn’t stayed behind with her friends, with Mike, had been because she didn’t want to live without her family if she didn’t have to. Her parents were annoying, but she loved them nonetheless. And her brother needed her protection while going through school. Amina may not be up to protecting herself in all situations, but she would protect her brother until the ends of the earth. If they had decided her future for her, however, that decision would have been much simpler.

“I chose this...it was my bargain to strike.” And then came the confusion again. Her anger at his undermining her ability to understand was heavily outweighed by it. He seemed to confuse her so much more often than anger her. It wasn’t surprising but she wasn’t fond of feeling like she wasn’t smart enough to figure out what he meant. “I gave up on love, so that I could do what I love.” Then it clicked into place. His eyes wandering down to the broom; taking her on that broom ride; his love of Quidditch. “You gave up the opportunity to love for Quidditch?” she asked in a soft voice, someone taken aback by the words, but the emotion quickly settled as a slight smile crossed her lips. “No, you didn’t, did you? You gave up love, for love.” It all made sense. He gave up on loving a human, because he loved Quidditch. It was a for sure thing for him. He wouldn’t ever have to wonder if it loved him back, because as long as he had a love for the sport, that was all that mattered. A woman would be able to turn her back on him at any time, crush his heart and leave him broken. As long as he had a broom, he could fly. And as long as he had others to play with or against, he could play Quidditch. “It was about capturing the thing that meant most to you and finding some way to hold on to it.” She wasn’t sure if she was right or wrong, but if she was right, she could somewhat understand how he felt. Not entirely, because she was never made to pick between gymnastics and a love life. She always had the freedom for both. But she could understand the will to do want to be able to continue doing what you enjoyed for the rest of your life, even if it meant giving up something in return.

“Your brother. You said he works for Gringott’s, right?” She crossed her arms across her chest, more to keep herself in check rather than because she was cold. She just wanted to go over and hug him, apologizing over and over for the situation he was in. He looked so down and his tone was even harder to take. It was so soft, hurt, damaged. Okay, maybe not damaged, but it wasn’t the normal confident tone he had when they talked. He was opening up and as he did so, she saw other things about him she hadn’t seen yet. Everything about this situation showed the Gavin she knew was hiding in there, the Gavin who had emotions, but part of her wondered if she had misjudged him. The emotion wasn’t just the simple emotions she displayed: happy, sad, curious. His emotions were deeper than that. He was too upset for her to enjoy seeing him this way. Why couldn’t he be the best of two extremes? Both the Gavin with emotion and the Gavin with a sturdy handle on life. “Did your parents make him agree to the same deal?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t get defensive that she automatically assumed the deal was with his parents. It was hard to imagine anyone else would be so convincing to make him agree to such a thing.

Finally, Amina decided she couldn’t look at him anymore without running up, knocking him off of the broom, and hugging him until the sun set. And considering they were finally having a moment, she couldn’t stand the idea of ruining it. So she decided to move away from the tree. Her eyes diverted from him to the surrounding area. One direction had a plethora of trees, and somewhere off in the distance was the school. There was absolutely no chance of walking back so she made a mental note to not let Gavin fly off without her. In the other direction was new territory she didn’t know existed. She walked to the forest’s edge and out into the vast field, the grass squishing beneath her feet due to the large amount of rainfall they just had. It was a gorgeous sight. The grass carried on for miles, getting higher as it went. She was sure ten feet in, it would be up to her knees. Twenty feet up to her hips. Probably beyond that was some sort of wetlands where animals took sanctuary from all of the viscous creatures that were rumored to take home in the woods. If she were to walk in too far, Amina was sure she wouldn’t be able to get back out but something made her want to try it. Just to go in there, get lost, have Gavin come in after her, and the two be lost there forever.

“We should come here more often,” she said as she took a few more steps in, the grass brushing against her calves. It slightly tickled, but she held back the giggle coming up her throat. “It’s so quiet. So… Calming,” she added, looking from the distant grasslands and up to the sky. It was so far off subject, but she didn’t know what else to say. What could she say? Obviously there was nothing she could do to change his fate if he had made such a deal. She was pretty sure asking him to run away with her was never going to happen. “Or maybe we could just stay here.” The words came out of her mouth without even thinking. Her eyes widened slightly as she bit her lips between her teeth, only imagining the look on his face behind her or what he was going to say. Merlin, she needed to stop speaking without thinking. She was really going to get herself into trouble one of these days.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] it sounded to strange put so simply. Yes, that was it exactly. The smallest of nods was all that he gave her as an answer. She had to be able to relate, would she give up on her flips and twists forever if it meant that she got to be with him for the rest of eternity? He didn't have a name to give how he felt about Amina, he only knew that it was a strong emotion. He didn't think it was enough, it couldn't be enough to give up his freedom. He had no idea what he would do if he couldn't fly. It would be like having his legs removed. Like being forced into a cage, flying was his sense of freedom. His own personal liberation where the worries of man and his life no longer mattered. It was a small wonder, but he had even more trouble verbalizing the depths of despair that he would have suffered if he couldn't pursue his dream. Flying was everything to him, his days revolved around it. He had always felt like if he had a broom, then he would be okay, that he could just outrun all of the bad, and he could. He was easily the best flier that he had ever know or ever would. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to go pro, it was just a given for him. He needed to remember that, and tell himself that Amina was just a girl. That she was just a person that would leave eventually. Whether she was forced out or left of her own accord. It was just so much harder to think of her like that whenever she was standing only a couple of feet from where he was sitting. “No, you didn’t, did you? You gave up love, for love.” it was like she was reading his thoughts. Of course she was, she was finally understanding. He had never told anybody this before, not even his best friends.

“It was about capturing the thing that meant most to you and finding some way to hold on to it.” She was starting to make him feel like a ninny, putting it so bluntly. Of course, she wasn't sounding like she was putting him down, it was just how he was taking it, for whatever reason. “Your brother. You said he works for Gringott’s, right?” the change of topic lifted his eyes to her, he wasn't sure if he liked the fact that she was changing the subject for his benefit or for her own? Either way made sense he supposed, no doubt she didn't like to dwell on things that didn't really matter to herself. He still didn't even know if she really wanted to know these things, or if she was only asking to get him talking. Maybe she didn't really care at all. Sure, she had said that she liked him, but he had no idea now much depth there was to those feelings. Then again, if she was changing the subject because she knew that he was uncomfortable, he supposed that was kind of her, because it was very apparent that he didn't like talking about it. He didn't mind talking, it was just hard to express himself sometimes. Clearing his throat, his mind attempted to focus on her question since he had heard it, but was only half listening the first time around. “Yes” he finally uttered “Curse breaker” why she wanted to know, he had no idea. “Did your parents make him agree to the same deal?” Ah. Now it all makes sense. Of course she would want to know. Yes, he supposed in a way that they had, even if Everett didn't much like to talk about it. It was just one of the things that they never discussed. Everett never had a passion, he had hobbies, and he had always enjoyed his studies. Yet, he didn't have a passion for sports or anything else really. Nothing nearly as important to him as Quidditch was to Gavin. So, whenever they had given him the same offer, he had chosen the other side. The freedom to date and marry anybody within reason that he pleased. Yet, his father had been the one to select Everett job and Everett had been the one to succeed with it, turning into a hugely profitable profession. Not to mention he got to travel all the time to places that he wasn't even allowed to disclose. Gavin didn't much care for the assumptions that she was making about her family, it wasn't any of her business the relationship that he had with them. “I suppose the easy answer would be yes” he concluded, wondering if that was what she really wanted to hear or not. “He just chose the other option”

His eyes followed her as she said nothing in response to his question, like she was stalling, attempting to wrap her mind around the whole thing. He was grateful for the silence, he didn't know what to make of his words either. It was so easy, answering her questions, he just knew that since she hadn't said anything thus far, it was unlikely that she was going to say anything now. Like she had real feelings for him. It was strange. He allowed his legs to move closer to his body, and fall to the sides of his hips, pants getting wet spots from where they were making contact with the wet grass. He almost wanted to lay in it, the cold of the blades was sure to sooth him, make him feel better. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes from the woman testing out the area on foot. “We should come here more often,” “Oh?” He agreed, he didn't think that any other student had ever been out here. The tall, unbroken glass hinted that there hadn't been any creature in this spot for such a very long time, as every one of her steps was leaving behind a print, a mark that she had been here. It could be, their spot if she really wanted. Yet, he didn't know how serious she was being and didn't want to look like a fool. “It’s so quiet. So… Calming,” She changed emotions so very fast he almost didn't know how to keep up, they were speaking of such serious matters only seconds ago and now this? He didn't protest, perhaps she was still processing? She looked like she meant it though, how calm she felt. The outdoors suited her. “Or maybe we could just stay here.” he laughed at her words, not sarcastically either, but really laughed even if only for just a moment. “You would get sick of me” he teased, letting himself act as simply as she was, like the words they had just exchanged hadn't actually happened. Shaking his head he sat up straighter on the ground “Or maybe I would get sick of you” but the look in his eyes stated that wasn't ever going to happen.


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[Amina Krane]

Standing in the field was becoming relaxing, but she couldn’t imagine that they hadn’t just opened a whole can of worms with Gavin’s familial relations. She had pryed, and she couldn’t imagine he was pleased about it. Why would he be? Then again, he had left himself wide open. ”Curse breaker.” Well that sounded fun. ”I suppose the easy answer would be yes.” Of course they would be the subject to the same deal. Even though it had just been speculation, he had confirmed it with that answer that his parents subjected him to this arranged marriage. ”He just chose the other option.” Amina frowned, happy she was turned with her back to Gavin. Of course he did. Who in their right minds would give up the one love of their life for love which you weren’t sure you would ever find? It made more sense to settle with whomever their parents chose for them, however Amina could only imagine the regret she would have if she had made the same decision. The bloke they would set her up with would be a good reason to regret it. He’d probably be about her height, not muscular in any fashion, but a pureblood nonetheless. He wouldn’t be able to keep up with her on a jog, wouldn’t be able to understand her excitement for gymnastics, but he would treat her like a woman. Like a porcelain doll. He would be kind and gentle like Amina, but without the viciousness behind the veil.

The image that came up in her mind about the pretend man nearly made her gag. She hated all of those qualities in a guy. Sure, she didn’t like being treated rough, but sometimes a soft touch was not enough. Sometimes she needed someone to be assertive, to put her back in her place when necessary. Her parents would never choose someone like that for Amina. Would Gavin’s parents place him with someone he was suited to be with? She couldn’t imagine so. Parents didn’t know their children well enough to know the right match. They didn’t know nearly enough to choose someone their children would fall in love with. That was impossible, because no child told their parents about the fantasies they have of a future mate. Not once had Amina admitted to her parents that she wanted someone assertive. They would have made sure she never dated. They were always afraid of someone breaking her. After all of the spills she took on the mat, one would think they would realize she wasn’t as fragile as they thought.

As she heard him walking in her direction, she turned her frown upside down, so to speak. It didn’t quite turn into a smile but at least it didn’t look like she was upset at the turn of events. She didn’t want to see him get married off to some unknown witch just because he chooses to ride a broom for the rest of his life. It seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. Then again, so did the sound of working at a bank. Then again, when he stated his brothers’ title, she couldn’t help but realize it probably wasn’t that boring. It probably dealt a lot with magic; most curse breaking did, so at least it wasn’t just filling out paperwork daily. She wanted to say something, anything, to make him realize he didn’t have to choose either option. That he could be his own person away from his family. Not necessarily with her, but with any woman he so choose. That he wasn’t bound there by his life. But something about the look in his eyes as she glanced over her shoulder for a moment said that he wasn’t going to change his mind. That he had already committed to the arranged marriage and there was no backing out now. Anything she said at that moment probably would do nothing but upset him any further and, with the lack of positive emotion in his voice, she didn’t want to do that to him. So, as she did when she knew it was futile, Amina let the topic go. She didn’t do it often, but she knew when her breath was being wasted. Wasting time and breath was not her idea of a good time and all she wanted to do with him was have a good time.

Her eyes traced the outline of the mountains in the distance as he stopped behind her. It was the scene from a movie, as was their relationship. Forbidden. Secretive. She hated it. But at the same time she longed for it. Just like she longed for him to reach out and touch her. Just to lay a single finger on her arm. It was wrong, he had said that so many times, yet he kept coming for her just as much as she did him. Anyone would call them insane, maybe even a modern day Romeo and Juliet but she didn’t see it that way. There would be an out for the two of them other than death. If it was the arranged marriage that forced them to stay away from one another, so be it. It was much better than being separated forever by poison or blade. The ending had always torn her up because she could never imagine committing such an act. Then again, she had not once experienced death. No one close to her had ever died so she didn’t understand the emotional toll it would take on a person. She didn’t want to know that toll. One day she would, but so far she was safe from the terror of death. Maybe when she wasn’t so immune to its effects, she would finally understand why the star-crossed lovers killed themselves in the end. Maybe eventually it would all make sense.

“You would get sick of me.” Chuckling, Amina shook her head as her eyes remained on the distance. ”Or maybe I would get sick of you.” Turning around to face him, she shrugged, allowing a grin to form on her face once again. This was more like it. No more of the sadness. Back to the witty attitude. Somehow, it was much more comfortable to talk to this side of him than the one that was giving up information about his personal life. Though she enjoyed learning more about him, she couldn’t help but feel like it was wrong to have him in such a downhearted down state of mind. “The latter is a much more plausible,” she replied, looking down at his broom then back to him. “Then again, you could always up and leave me out here alone when you do get sick of me. I don’t quite have the luxury of my transportation following me around and coming when called,” she added, pausing for a moment before stifling a laugh with her hand. “I’m sorry, I think I just related your broom to a dog.” Her laugh turned into a chuckle as she shook her head and crossed her arm with the other one again. Well, it wasn’t too far off of a comparison. It followed his commands, followed him when it was near, and when it was far, it came to his side with a single call. Most dogs weren’t nearly as loyal as the broom and they were living creatures.

Looking beside him, the forest extended for what seemed like forever. She couldn’t even see the castle at this point, but probably also because of her height. “Amazing how far you can go so quickly and forget about everything behind you.” She wondered how far exactly they had gone and how much farther they could go before someone realized they were missing. She was in no means wanting to run away. Finals were too soon to suggest a rash move like that, but taking a journey didn’t sound like a half bad idea. Turning back around, she looked in the direction of the mountains. Too far. Her eyes roamed down to the grassy field. Good enough. Once again, she turned around to face him, her arms uncrossing as she began to take some steps backwards. “How about we see what lies further beyond the forest line? Might be able to find some interesting things out there in the wild,” she joked as she the grass tickled her right at her thighs. She was in the deepest part when she was about to turn around, but instead, the back of her foot hit a log or some other obstruction in the grass. She went backwards, landing on a bed of soft grass. She had let out a soft squeal as she went down but it quickly turned into a laugh as she scooted back from the log and sat upright. Luckily it seemed like the rain had stopped further into the field so the ground wasn’t nearly as wet as it had been where they had began. Which, also led her to believe this wasn’t some sort of swamp or wetlands. Just a plain old grassy field.

As she leaned back on her elbows on the ground laughing, she looked up at him. “Well, that makes one time that I ran into you, and now one time that I’ve tripped. I swear, I’m not normally this clumsy. Apparently you do something to me that causes all of this,” she joked, looking up at the sky from where she was sitting. “We might have a problem with that if you ever do go to one of my competitions.”

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[/i] If only she could read his thoughts, then she would know that wasn't true in the slightest. Not that they were really going to have the chance to get sick of one another. What did they really have? At most, a few more months. “Then again, you could always up and leave me out here alone when you do get sick of me. I don’t quite have the luxury of my transportation following me around and coming when called,” Finally he pulled his eyes up to look at her, a sly smile on his face. “That's true. You don't have a broom, yet” he left the ending ominous as he moved closer to her, his hand lifting to twirl just the end of her hair around his index finger, his eyes running over her figure, down the the ring tucked just into her shirt.

“I’m sorry, I think I just related your broom to a dog.” Matching her laugh, his sly expression broke in favor of a brighter one. Turning over his shoulder to glance at the thing that had been drifting feet behind him he shrugged. “She would be a damn good dog if that was the case.” Far better than the owl that he possessed, ruddy thing never did as it was told. “Amazing how far you can go so quickly and forget about everything behind you.” He had come to realize that her burning through topics so quickly was just a side effect of the fact that she liked to talk so much. Strange that he didn't find it so irritating any longer. “It was only about nine kliks.” He commented, though she might have been more comfortable if he had converted it into miles for her, silly Americans. The forest was just dense, but it wasn't very long. More like a giant circle. “Not really that far.” He paused, not wanting to do the math in his head. “Like four and a half Quidditch pitch's” hopefully that made more sense to her. Though, it wasn't a perfect comparison. “How about we see what lies further beyond the forest line? Might be able to find some interesting things out there in the wild,” Adventurous, but stupid. He would have to advise against it. There was no telling what was in the forest that he couldn't see. He wasn't willing to let her get hurt. That would be something he didn't want to explain in infirmary, not to mention all of the wind burns that would result from flying that fast with her on the broom. Then, down she went. He felt his heart skip and his eyes widen. Had something grabbed her? The grass was so high that he never would have been able to see something coming. He couldn't even see where she had fallen, like the grass had swallowed her whole. Luckily, she was laughing, and that assuaged his fears a little. He moved forward carefully until he felt her foot with his own and pushed the grass aside. It wasn't as high on him as it had been on her, but it still wasn't pleasant, the way it made it harder to walk.

“Well, that makes one time that I ran into you, and now one time that I’ve tripped. I swear, I’m not normally this clumsy. Apparently you do something to me that causes all of this,” He grinned and shook his head. “it wouldn't be the first time that a pretty girl has fallen for me” The words left his mouth second nature, he didn't even think about them. “We might have a problem with that if you ever do go to one of my competitions.” Arching a brow he squatted down by her feet, a rather trusting position as far as he was concerned. Shrugging he lowered himself onto his knees over her shins. “At least I know that you aren't clumsy in everything that you do” he teased.


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