Overcoming Fears [Amy & Joshua]

Amethyst was trying to keep calm. Trying but failing, obviously. How could she be so stupid? She knew coming to the Quidditch Pitch was a stupid idea on its own. Overcoming her fear of flying made it even worse. And now trying to win this game she had dragged herself into completed the limit of stupidity she could have in a day.
But it wasn't enough. At least not for the boy. She knew he was going to make her do all the things she was avoiding so many years, and once he was satisfied at how much of a fool she had made of herself, he would leave her like that.


It was too late to turn back now, though. She had dragged herself into this mess, and now she had to face it. But could she really? She knew the moment she was going to touch this thing, she would probably faint.
And what made it even worse was the fact that this boy was ordering her around. Who did he think he was? Amethyst did not like being pushed into things. It made her extremely nervous and clumsy and she couldn't handle all this right now.
She was enough scared as it was.

"No."
She looked at the boy and shook her head. "No," she repeated and crossed her arms over her chest.
She wouldn't do it. Now the idea of making him angry was much more appealing than flying.
"I'm not in the mood. Plus, it would be a shame not to enjoy your amazing flying abilities."

The sarcasm was obvious in her every word. But she didn't care. She would do anything to keep herself far away from the brooms.
"You're the team Captain, so I suppose you must be the best. Why don't you show me?"
Wrong move, Amethyst.., the voice in her head was screaming, but she decided not to listen.

Her ways of trying to get rid of him were obviously not working. It made her want to turn around and start running, as if this would solve all her problems right now. Why was karma that mean to her? She had never been mean to anyone, she was loving, caring, so why was she getting in so much trouble without even trying?
But of course, she started messing with a Slytherin so how could she expect less than this?

He wouldn't buy her excuses, and instead, he was pushing her into getting on this thing and showing off her abilities even more. And that made Amethyst want to cry.
That was the way she was reacting to things. When she was really angry, she burst out crying. When she was forced to do things, the only way to calm herself was take it all out by crying. But how could she do such a thing with a snake standing now in front of her, offering her his broom.
Oh this was not going to be good.

But his last comment made something in the girl twist. She glared at him with a passion and moved forward, standing in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"I am not a coward!"
She was getting angry now, something that didn't happen quite often.
"How dare you calling me a coward? Who do you think you are?! You are nothing but a self-centered, sly snake!"

The girl was beyond angry. This snake was standing in front of her with this calm aura surrounding him. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't angry. He was simply enjoying all the things that were currently happening to the girl.
Amy had , kind of, understood that Joshua Murray enjoyed watching other people make a fool out of themselves before he finished them off himself.
Then, once they were broken, his job was actually done. She would be scared of him. Scared of even meeting his gaze. And that was what he wanted. Power.

Though Amethyst was not ready to give him just that. The blonde, even if she wasn't the most daring person on earth, would surely not give up trying. Especially if with her surrender, she let a poisonous viper like him win.
"I'm not afraid of flying! And you better stop threatening me, or ordering me around! Who do you actually think you are?!"

Amy was ready to scream. She wanted to explode with everything that was happening. He was threatening her, and she couldn't hide the fact that she felt that chill run down her spine. But, she was always the girl who messed up. This time would be no different.
"I am done with you!"

The witch was not herself. Under such pressure she couldn't be. In any other time, if she was being this pressured, she would of started to cry. But this time, this boy had pushed her way too far to even consider crying. It was pure anger. She could feel the fire at the pit of her stomach, slowly rising higher with every word he decided to let out of his mouth. And to get a girl like Amethyst this angry, oh you had to be extremely talented.

She though she was as hard as stone. No one could break her at that moment, she was sure. But she obviously had no idea with whom she was playing with, for when the boy raised his hand and placed it lightly against her cheek, answering to her previous question, she felt her wall crumble down.

What in the name of Merlin?

His touch was warm, in contrast to the way he spoke or acted. Amethyst felt this tingling feeling in her stomach and it was bugging her. This time, it was not the fire that was threatening to rise. It was something else.
She wanted to lean into his touch. It was as if everything that had happened a few minutes ago were now... gone.

But he had to destroy even those few seconds by threatening her once again with his sure about himself composure, and his sharp words.
The feeling of the broomstick being pushed into her body made her flinch. She was as petite. She could break so easily.
The girl's softness disappeared as quickly, and she slapped his hand away, pushing the broom back at him. "No."

For a moment, she believed she had won. But it felt weird. It didn't feel like winning at all, and that meant that she hadn't. When Amethyst won something she knew it already. She could feel it in her bones because she was sure about it, but with Murray.. no... there was no possibility of that. So what was he planning?

Even though she was this soft, she still wasn't stupid. Foolishness does not mean that someone is not intelligent. And Amethyst was truly and intelligent young lady who had the tendency of always messing things up. Her mother insisted that it was because she was so innocent and kind to others.
No, her mother had never told her to be mean and hurtful to others, but she had told her more than once that not all of them deserved the kindness she used to show to everyone.

Like Murray here. He deserved nothing she could give him.

But before she knew it, an arm was tightly wrapped around her waist and she was pressed against his body. But the worst of all? Her feet weren't touching the ground.
The blonde witch, too scared to even scream just wrapped her arms around the boy, trying frantically not to fall.

"Fascinating, isn't it, up here?"

Amethyst just glared at him with all the hatred she could manage. Oh she was going to kill him for this. Truly, she was.

"What could you ever be scared of?"

Truth is, I have a list of things to say, but I will be smart this time and keep my mouth shut, she thought and simply tightened her grip around him, trying to look anywhere but the Ground that was so far below them.