Flying Fun (Prim & Christopher)

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There were very few places that Christopher could be tracked down to. The most common of places was the Quidditch Pitch. Whether he was running, flying or simply training at a sport, the Quidditch Pitch was his usual haunt. When you couldn't find Christopher here, it was normally because there were classes going on, or he was sleeping.

Or, Keona had seduced him from the pitch.

Today he had chosen to practice his Quidditch. The Ravenclaw team were not training until later in the week, which was much too late for Christopher's liking. Having done a thorough warm up, and stretched off, Christopher had taken to the skies with a Quaffle under his arm. There was no doubt in Christopher's mind that he was the best flier in the school. He could pull off a number of complex moves, and had played a number of them during the games.

He trained so often that it was impossible not to be very good.

To start, though, Christopher began with a barrel roll. Zipping past an imaginary opponent before lofting the Quaffle up through the hoops. It was a good, swift goal but Christopher knew it wouldn't be so easy with a keeper in the hoops. Collecting the Quaffle, Christopher reset himself at the centre of the pitch, thinking about trying once again.

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The very first time Prim had found herself on a broom, she loved it straight off. No-one could bother her when she was in the air and the feel of the wind rushing around her just made her all the more happier. However, the moment she heard of Quidditch, she had been in love with the sport. It didn't put pressure on her knee and it allowed her to be athletic as well. It kept her in condition and it kept her mind off of most things to do with school.

Having gotten a new broom this summer, the newest version that had just come out and which she had saved up money for, Prim was ready to try it out. She wasn't on the Quidditch team, not yet anyway, but she was going to see how well the broom did first. If it did as great as the rumours said then, and only then, would she go to the try-outs.

Slowly making her way through the air, she did a few rounds around the pitch before she noticed the familiar sight of someone on a broom, flying around with a Quaffle in their hand. Arching her brow, the blond flew over to the only other person on the pitch.

"Hello." She said politely, as to not startle the other male.

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Christopher's mind had been sifting through a number of different manoeuvres, trying to decide which one to try out next. There were so many different moves, it was difficult not to want to do them all at once. Control was a necessity, of course, for a man of his social standing, but Quidditch was about kicking back, free of any expectations.

His decision was paused, however, upon the arrival of another person.

A girl.

Girls were not as good at sport as boys. It was proven. Girls weren't as strong, and therefore often lacked the physicality needed in most sports. Quidditch was a physical sport, and therefore not really for girls. Sitting back on his broom, bringing his hand from the handle, Christopher took her in. "Hi." The Ravenclaw replied to her greeting, trying to decide what she was doing here.

Then his eyes landed on her broom. An impressed look took over as Christopher read the label on the handle. His own broom was the version before - his parents had been too taken with the preparation for his betrothal to take his request (demand) for the broom seriously. "Is that the latest Firebolt?" The boy asked with mild disbelief.

How could a girl, a young girl, have a Firebolt when he didn't?

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Prim didn't really know the boy personally only that he was a Ravenclaw and that he was on the Quidditch team. It's not that she didn't want to know people it's just that she had bad memories with older students and older teenagers in general being mean to her.

Tilting her head, the witch eyed the boy's room and noticed that his was the older version of her newest Firebolt. It had taken her quite a few months of saving up money, both muggle and wizarding galleons, to buy the broom but she didn't regret it and now she was the proud owner of the newest model of the Firebolt, the one that had just come out. She had actually been one of the first ones to buy it and she was awfully proud about that, even if most people seemed jealous about it.

"Mmmm, I got it as soon as it came out." The orphaned teenager said as she did some tricks on the broom, finding herself with a wide smile upon her lips. Flying really made her let go of her worry. "Yours is last years version I take it?" She questioned, not being mean about it but generally curious. Last year she had no broom of her own so she couldn't actually tell what the difference between their brooms were. Apart from their names that is.

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As the younger witch did a couple of tricks, Christopher's eyes stayed on the broom. Watching the way it moved. How it handled. And the way the small adjustments made to the broom made the girl's broom much more appealing than his own. Christopher's jaw set in mild irritation - his parents were going to be receiving a strongly worded letter that evening.

The question of his own broom made Christopher's eyes rise to the girl. Was she goading him? Christopher wasn't entirely sure. "Yes. There's not a lot of difference, though. A slightly higher speed. A slightly more sensitive turning capacity. The design is a tiny bit slimmer to make it more aerodynamic. But... it's not overly different." Christopher explained, because he'd done his homework, of course. The bitterness was clear in his tone, though. But even a bitter Christopher would not be pulled in to doing anything untoward towards the witch.

"It's mostly about the flier, though." Christopher added, because he simply knew he would be better than the witch. Because she didn't play Quidditch for the house team. So how could she beat him?

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Prim took notice of how the older wizard was watching her broom and it made her slightly weary though not overly so. Instead, she just adjusted herself on the broom and without even thinking of her watcher, she raised the broom's speed to it's full capacity before she dove towards the ground at neck breaking speed, her eyes stung from the force but she carried on before she sharply pulled up, her toes brushing against the grass on the pitch.

Her hand's trembled as they held onto the broom but otherwise she was feeling only the adrenaline that thrummed in her veins. Maybe she should join the Quidditch team? She had never played Quidditch before but she had seen it being played so many times that she was quite sure she could recite all the rules off by heart.

"This is my first broom from that series so I wouldn't know what difference there is." The blond-haired witch said with a soft sigh as she let go of her broom to pull her hair up into a ponytail; the waving strands were getting in her face too much.

She was by no means a first-time or an amateur flier. At times, when the Quidditch Pitch wasn't used and when she had time she borrowed one of the school brooms, thankfully all fairly new, to just fly around.

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The speed was aided by the witch's lower body weight. That was something Christopher would be disadvantaged for against the witch. It made just enough of a difference when flying, but wasn't always openly obvious. Not everyone flew to the full speed of the broom, but this girl seemed to not care for safety. Too much, at least.

"Very little." Christopher assured the witch as she commented on the difference. Christopher most certainly didn't want the witch to think she was superior just because her broom was newer. Nope, that was not going to happen.

"Do you play?" Christopher asked, motioning to the Quaffle in his hands. If she moved to try and take it, Christopher was ready to move the Quaffle from her reach. He hoped she wouldn't try to outsmart him, because he wasn't in the mood having seen the newer broom. "We could have a game of one vs one, or something?" He added - after all, it was more fun when you had someone to play against.

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Prim was very grateful for her small body as this allowed her to actually manoeuvre the broom however she wanted and speed up just that tiny bit more. Her short stature was something that at first she had hated but now she just loved. She may not be as tall as the rest of the girls in her year but she would enjoy being short until it kept.

"Hmm... Nice to know." Prim nodded her head; thankful for the fact that she didn't overpay on the broom. She would've been rightfully annoyed otherwise. Stretching her arms above her head, Prim felt the bones in her shoulders and back snap into place before with a soft hum she swung the broom around to face the other boy.

"Just a little. When I'm on my own mostly." She said with a soft smile upon her lips. "I'm not too friendly with anyone else who plays Quidditch so yeah..." She shrugged her shoulders, not really bothered by the fact that she tended to be on her own most of the time.

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With the witch's explanation that she wasn't too friendly with people who did play, Christopher wondered who she might be friends with. Most of the wizarding community had some kind of interest in the sport. To varying degrees, of course, but surely the girl could have found one person to play the game with?

Deciding against commenting on it, though, Christopher simply gave her a small smile. "Well, you can always make a start on playing with someone." Christopher replied, moving his hand back to the handle of his broom. "I'll let you show me what you've got, first." Christopher insisted, tossing the ball up for her to catch - nothing too difficult because he didn't want to embarrass the witch with a failed catch.

Now, it would simply be a case of waiting for the witch to show him how good she was, so that Christopher knew at what level he could play without showing her up.

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It's not that Prim wasn't too friendly with anyone who played the sport; it was more of a fact that the guys on the Gryffindor team didn't want to play with a girl, as if that was the worst travesty ever and it just made her itch to reach for her wand and do something drastic to her housemates. Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, she focused her eerily blue eyes on the Ravenclaw chaser, her head tilted just a tiny bit to the side as she listened to him.

"Thank you." She said sincerely as she quickly dove forward and caught the ball, a grin on her face as she gripped the Quaffle tightly, not letting it escape her clutches at all. She would've preferred chasing the snitch but she could do chaser as well and while she wasn't as good at it as she was at finding the elusive gold ball in the sky whenever she watched a Quidditch match, she was still fairly alright.

Doing a couple of loops, the girl decided to actually see how well she could do against an official chaser who was as good as the rumours say. Prim would never admit it but she did admire Chris, she was quite aware of whom she was going to be playing a one on one against, and just like half of the girls at Hogwarts she did have a puppy-crush on him two years ago when she had been only twelve and started noticing boys all around her.

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