Overcoming Fears [Amy & Joshua]

For no reason would the Hufflepuff girl end up going to the Quidditch Pitch. If not the worst, it was one of the worst places she could ever be. Just the air there was so thick it did not allow her to breathe. Properly, at least.
It was as if darkness was swallowing her. As if she was drowning in the deep ocean.
A fear like no other for her.

Flying had never been fun for her. She hated her first year. Having not only to touch that... thing, but to fly too! She still can't remember how it happened, but she sure woke up in the Hospital a few hours later. She had broken her arm, and thankfully nothing else. Just the idea of Quidditch, or flying in general made the girl shake in fear.

But she was now in her Sixth Year. Her little sister was looking up at her as the best example to follow, and Ems did not know if this was actually the right thing for Sapphire.
The younger girl had potential in Quidditch, and Amethyst knew that if she truly tried, she would end up being one of the best Chasers around.
But due to the fact that her older sister couldn't stand Quidditch, Sapphire never tried, afraid that she wouldn't make her sister proud.
Ems knew that, even though her little sister would never gather up the courage to tell her.

So, in order to really be the good example for her little Sapphire, she decided that it was now the time to overcome this fear. She would never push herself to actually like it, but putting up with this for her sister's sake was a very good step. It would  make her sister comfortable, and with a little push from Amethyst's side, Sapphire would sure try out for the team.

At first sight, arriving at the pitch wouldn't seem as a big deal. Though once the girl stood in the middle of it, staring around, she could feel her stomach turn.
"No, I need to do this!"
Closing her eyes tightly, she started taking deep breaths, calming herself down. She knew she could do it. She just had to try harder.
"Okay, here we go..," the girl murmured and opened her eyes, taking in the sight of the pitch. Keeping in her mind that this was for her sister, did actually make a difference, since the knot in her stomach was slowly gone, and the thickness in the air was wearing off.

She was almost positive she had calmed herself down, and that everything was going well. She was ready to believe this, when a voice shook her out of the concentration, scaring her. The girl actually let a startling scream as she fell on her butt, groaning.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to know who it was, and actually stayed there, unmoving, as if the earth would open up and swallow her from her shame.

Amethyst was not ready for what had come to her. She thought she was alone, trying to overcome her fear, but it seemed like someone else wanted to use the Quidditch Pitch too. Something Ems had not thought of. That was what usually happened. She gathered up the courage to do something she had probably been avoiding for... a while, something had to destroy it. This time, it was the blonde Slytherin who was now hovering over her with his thing! Obviously, Ems was never going to call that a broom.

She opened her blue eyes and stared up at the boy with a raised eyebrow. His sarcastic comment did not surprise her at all, but she did not make a move to show it.
She had been around Slytherins for the past six years of her life to know that they would never stop being the sly snakes they were. It was just a lost war trying to change them, she believed.
But deep inside she did know that they were hiding stuff they didn't even know they were hiding. And that intrigued the blonde Hufflepuff enough to want to get to know them.

"Aren't I always?" she shot back at the boy, treating him with the same way he did. Amethyst did not make a move to get up or anything. She simply laid there, ocean blue eyes staring up at the boy, as if this was the most common thing to find her doing.

Amethyst wasn't used to such way of talking. He was really harsh, obviously nosy, and so many other things. He made her want to jump out of her skin but at the same time, she liked that about him.
He was charming, and cold.
Intimidating, that was the word she was looking for. The best way to describe him was intimidating. He was something you should be afraid of, yet melt for. At least that was how the other girls described him.

Amethyst was really trying to understand what exactly they liked on him. What drew them to him that much. Of course he had the looks, Ems had to give him that. There was also his bood status, the fact that he was a bad boy, and what girl doesn't have a soft spot for them? But if you put those aside, what was the one things that actually drew them to him? The smiles he never gave? Or the kindness he never showed?

The Hufflepuff had to guess it was that air of mystery and power. He gave the illusion of a true man. An intelligent, strong man. Someone who knew what he wanted and how to get it. But to Amethyst, this was just acting. Much like the one she was doing now.

"What was I trying to do, let's see... Uhh.. Overcoming a fear I guess? But that sounds just ironic with the way you snuck up on me."
Deciding it was time to get up, the girl rolled from underneath his broom and pushed herself up, brushing off some grass from her clothes.

Amethyst wanted to laugh at his comment. It was ridiculous how he played the role so well, it was almost funny. But knowing the anger hidden behind all these, she wouldn't want to be there when he finally exploded. Neither was she ready to cause that explosion and deal with the consequences following.
Instead of that, she kept a straight face, crossing her arms over her chest as she kept looking at the boy.

She could not believe he was sitting on this thing with such ease. It was as if he was born sitting on it. He felt safe for some reason, and that brought her nausea, but she wouldn't admit such fact. Especially to him.
No one really knew of her fear, except her sister and a few close friends. To cover up that incident in the first year, everyone was told that Amy was just sick and that caused her to fall. Nothing more.

"It's not that I do not fly. I just can't see anything particularly interesting to it, if you really need to know."
The Hufflepuff girl was giving out as little information as she could. It was the smartest move right now, if she truly wanted her secret to remain secret.
"It's neither the heights or the speed. I happen to be a person who finds speed quite... appealing."
And truth was that Amethyst did like fats things. Sometimes.

As for the heights. Of course she lied. Everyone was playing a role in this school and she was no different. This was not a simple discussion with the Slytherin. It was a game. Much like wizard chess. One wrong move could lead to catastrophe, from both sides. That was all it took. So she had to play, and had to play smart.

Amethyst was sure of herself. She believed that she had managed to cover up the fact that she was here to overcome her fear of flying. She believed that the way she was saying everything gave out no information about how scared she was of this place.
And even more scared of the boy in the air.

But of course the girl was too naive to understand that, sadly, he was the one with the upper hand in this game. It did not phase her how easily he could torment her and prove that she was lying about not being scared.
She was just positive that she had managed to hide everything. That she was able to predict his every move.
But here he was, ready to prove her wrong with one or two sentences.

"If neither of them bother you, why don't you join me in the skies?

Oh. My. Merlin.

The look on the girl's face was priceless. It was something between shock and scare.
She did not know how to react to this, because she certainly didn't expect him to actually ask her that. How could she not think of the possibilities?
But that was exactly what the blonde girl did. She never though of what would be coming next. Never thought of all the possibilities and everything that would soon follow with her every word.

Frozen to her place, Amethyst stared at the boy, trying to put on a mask and pretend he didn't have an effect on her. Though, she was not such a good actor.
She bit her lip and inhaled deeply. She couldn't back out now. She could not give him the right to make fun of her like that. He did not deserve to know her secret, and she would do anything to protect it.

But what was worse? Him knowing her fear, or make a fool of herself?

But Ems being herself, she of course chose that him knowing her secret was worse than trying to do something she was not made for.
"I... I guess I could fly with you..."
I mean, how bad could it be? She had to remember something. After all, she had been taught how to fly. She just chose not to take advantage of it, and let her fear take over. She decided to be weak, and now it was the right time to make things right.