Mischief S.B.

04

–V–

The air this morning was noticeably colder than usual meaning that fall was on the horizon. There was a light dusting of fog that covered the grounds as I made my way to the Quidditch Pitch. Today was the Gryffindor Quidditch team tryouts. Charlie wasn't making James, Sirius, and I try out again, he just wanted us there so he could see who the best fit for the team would be. My shoes trudged through the early morning dew as I drew closer.

The first two weeks of school passed by rather uneventfully. I shared all of my classes with at least one of the boys, most had multiple of them in it though. We haven't been able to play our prank on Professor McGonagall, because Remus hasn't found any transfiguration spells that would work for it just yet.

Sirius and I are also still arguing occasionally, but we seem to have come to a mutual unspoken understanding not to take things too far. The lads, of course, aren't pleased that we still can't completely tolerate each other. But they are content with the fact that we are semi holding back. It's a work in progress.

When I get to the changing rooms to put on some more sporty attire than the sweatpants and sweatshirt I was currently wearing, I can't say I've missed the smell of the ladies locker room. The sweat, mixed with strong perfumes immediately hitting my nose upon arrival. Scrunching my nose with obvious distaste, I changed as quickly as possible before grabbing a set of gloves and my broom.

There were already a few Gryffindors already on the pitch talking to one another as they waited for tryouts to start. I didn't come down with either of the boys and I didn't see anybody I was explicitly friends with. So, I scrunched the gloves on my hands before I gripped the broom between my legs getting ready to mount it. Why not warm up a little?

Planting my feet firmling on the ground I dug my heels in steadying myself as I looked up. Counting myself down in my head, I let the rush of magic from my core run through me as I firmly thought UP. In the blink of an eye I shot upwards into the air, the wind hitting my face at just the right angle to make my hair blow behind me rather than in my face.

Nothing felt more freeing than this. The feeling of floating and bopping through the air, the small bursts of adrenaline threatening to break out from beneath my skin. As soon as I deemed myself at an exceptional height, I flew over to the closest wall of the pitch to start doing some laps. Once I was in position I carefully leaned forward, keeping myself at the same height but only elevating my speed.

Gradually I could tell I was getting faster and faster the more I flattened myself on my broom. Keeping my form, ever so often, on the curves of the pitch I would tilt slightly inward in order to shift the movement of the broom. Flying was a meticulous art that I was beginning to master day by day. Occasionally I would glance down at the pitch below trying to garner when we would be starting in order to calculate when to make my descent. Soon enough I came to the conclusion that Bell would blow his whistle and I would just listen for that so I could focus on my laps instead of watching below.

–S–

"So? I don't know what to do. Should I take a step back or should I just go for it? But I feel like going for it will just make me end up in the same situation as always. Give me some advice here mate!" James whined as we made our way from the Gryffindor tower. Stopping in my tracks I turned to him, quickly securing my bag strap over my shoulder and then grabbing onto his with one hand. "Mate, my advice to you is that you need to chill out." He started to open up his mouth to protest but I cut him off holding up a finger to silence him.

"No, listen. You asked for my advice and now I'm giving it to you. You need to chill out. Lily is not going to respond well if you're chasing after her. You need to play more hard to get. Girls love that stuff! Hey! Don't give me that look, it's true. I never would've dated Miranda Spruce last year if I was riding her coattail the whole time. Trust me on this." I said to him sternly. He huffed indignantly before adjusting his back strap and nodded.