The Best (Open to One Other)

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Christopher had taken himself off to the Quidditch pitch that morning, looking for a little bit of venting time. Liking a girl who was Pureblood was very difficult on a man's self-restraint, and Christopher was nothing short of frustrated. Sport, however, helped a lot, which was precisely why Christopher had his state of the art broom tucked under his arm.

Though his mind was filled with Keona, and the things they couldn't yet have, Christopher was also occupied with another problem - so to speak. Verena had had a run in with a very famous Pureblood Quidditch player - which Christopher had found out about through a string of staff - and he was... protective.

Though, of course, Christopher could never admit to this.

Leaning his broom against the side of the pitch, Christopher took to a gentle warm up lap of the pitch. His mind focusing on the warm up, and distancing himself from the thoughts that were clouding his mind in that moment.

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Joshua needed to run. His Hogwarts years were coming to a close and the Hufflepuff boy had no idea what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Every single person had at least a little bit of an idea as to where they wanted life to take them, but Joshua was lost.

Through his years, he had not paid close attention to his skills or to possible future paths. He'd spent most of his time trying to pass most of his classes, with the exception of potions. The young wizard had always known that he was good at potions, but who wasn't? Reading directions was the most simple of all wizardry. He was sure that there was no future in that.

And then there was Kaleb. Joshua had not seen Kaleb Ambrose in quite a while. He did not know if the boy was ignoring him or if their paths had simply yet to cross. Was this a bad thing? He was unsure. When Kaleb was around, Joshua felt as if he knew at least one thing he wanted in his future. He enjoyed being around Kaleb because he pushed him to take chances, but Joshua did not know if liking someone like Kaleb was a chance that he wanted to take.

So here he was, sneakers brushing against the Quidditch pitch. Joshua had decided that he needed to go on a run to clear his mind from all of these ideas trying to fight their ways into dominance over his brain. All these ideas of the future and of Kaleb were too much and he couldn't deal with it anymore.

As he began his run, the wind flew through his short chestnut hair and the young boy felt as though he was flying. The only thing on his mind was the pattern of his feet as he made his way around and around the pitch.

But this freedom came to an abrupt end as he saw a boy flying through the pitch on his broom. The idea that there was someone else experiencing this run with him, even though the other boy was not even with him, made the run all the less freeing.

"Hey!" He called out, trying to remain as friendly as possible. "Whatcha up to?

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As Christopher finished his first lap of the pitch, he could feel the tension in his shoulders begin to release, instead moving with the turns of the broom, and becoming much more relaxed. Flying had always had such an affect on the Ravenclaw, and right now he was making the most of it. Readying himself for something much more complicated than a simple lap of the pitch, Christopher sat back on his broom, and adjusted his gloves to a comfortable tightness.

He was just about to press off once more when someone's voice cut through the concentration. Clenching his jaw for a moment, and calling the boy a few choice words for the interruption, Christopher forced a smile on to his lips. After all, it wasn't exactly the other boy's fault that he was having a bad time.

"Just practicing." Christopher replied to the question, motioning to his broom and then the pitch. Lowering down a little until he was about four foot off the floor, Christopher quirked an eyebrow. "What about you? Runners normally head off around the grounds, not the Quidditch pitch." He asked, not hostilely, but just making a point about the normality of people's activities.

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