Flying

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Unable to wait any longer now that everyone had agreed to go flying with him, Adam sent owls to Nny, Susan, River, Kaylee, Teatime, Harry, Ginny, and Devi to let them know that he'd gone down to the Quidditch pitch and to meet him there. He snatched his broom and practically ran down to the field, excited to meet new people and get into the air once again.

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[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

This was going to be... interesting. Teatime and Susan had both said they'd be there; that was potentially explosive. Adam and River... well, Nny wasn't entirely sure why she distrusted him, but that would be something to watch too.

Conflict. If there was conflict, he'd fly the fuck away. End of story.

But for now, he had a new broom to show off, and Adam was there already.

"Um. Hi."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Nny!" waved Adam in greeting from a vantage point of six feet in the air.

"Hey, is that a new broom? It's neat. Where'd you get it?" He was terribly impressed.


((sorry about the repost. wrong tense. XP))

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Um." Nny mounted his broom and kicked off, hovering level with Adam. "I sent away for it. It's a pretty basic model, but nicer than using a school broom. I have an income now, so..." He grinned a little sheepishly.

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Sorry for the repost--- spelling error of the not-caught-by-spellcheck persuasion and a couple of errors with timing))

The owls--- one from Adam and one from Nny--- were waiting for River when she got back to her room after meeting with Dumbledore. She sent owls to Kaylee and Simon, (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/207661.html) then grabbed her broom and headed for the pitch.

Nny was already there, with someone else. Blond--- for a moment she was reminded of Wash... then her other senses kicked in and she knew it couldn't be--- and who it had to be.

They hadn't seen her, and she decided to make an entrance--- it was that kind of mood she was in after her meeting with Dumbledore, even if it hadn't been Adam she was meeting. Onto her broom and swooping in, not-quite-diving them but making it very clear she could have--- they hadn't cut into her dancer's stage presence at the Academy and she had it back--- and then pulled in a tight circle to a stop in front of them. Smiling--- she couldn't help it: flying and dancing all at once. "Hi, Nny---" And then she looked at the other person and made her smile go away until he'd earned it. Reserving judgement, like she'd promised... but not much more. "You must be Adam."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam smiled at the newcomer. "And you're River." It wasn't a question.

"It's real nice to meet you. You're amazin' on your broom."

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

River absorbed the compliment. "I... hope I can say the same. That it's nice to meet you, I mean." She met his eyes: it was a good time to do this, now, with just her and Nny and Adam.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

Back at the Quirm College for Young Ladies, it was well-known that Susan Sto Helit possessed an alarming facility for any sports involving long sticks or sticklike things (field hockey, golf, lacrosse, tennis...). She'd been rather proud of that, even once she'd discovered where the gift came from.

But the Quirm College hadn't covered much in the way of riding, and certainly not the riding of flying things. She'd ridden Binky, of course, but Binky was altogether a different matter than a broom; for one thing the broom didn't give a damn whether or not you fell off.

So she arrived at the Quidditch pitch feeling rather self-conscious. She'd only been in the air twice; the first time was, well, that, and the second she'd talked a lot more than she'd flown. Nonetheless, she reasoned, there was only one way to get better, and that was to suck it up and do it.

She waved to Johnny, Adam, and River, and introduced herself.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam waved happily back.

"Hullo, Susan! I'm glad you could make it! I'm Adam. Do you know how to get up here?"

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Adam -- it's nice to meet you." She got on the broom and slowly drifted up. "I'm still getting the hang of it, I'm afraid," she said. "And landing is tricky."

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

River caught her breath and turned, then waved. "You're Susan. Nny said you were coming. Black-eyed Susan---" she peered at the other woman. "Are yours black? Can't see in this light." She was rambling again; had to stop that. "I'm River. I'm sorry I missed your Sorting."

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Blue, actually," Susan replied, slightly nonplussed, but it hardly registered on the extremely liberal scale of "normal" that Susan had been developing over the last week. "A pleasure to meet you."

[teatimeassassin.livejournal.com]

Teatime was sitting on his broom about five feet up in the air, considering his options. He supposed that he could stay away from Susan, yes. That would be easy.
Or he could harass her in mid-air, because he was sure she wouldn't have brought the poker. Let her see what a little monster he was. Let her see he didn't like the babysitter.
Or he could be nice.
...option two really appealed, but for now, he decided, playing by one would be clever. Right. Being nice was default, anyways. His own personal brand of nice it was, but still it was being nice.
Purposefully, he leaned forwards on his broom, and headed upwards into the sky.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Braving the crowd?" Nny's expression resembled a smile only superficially. Being around all these people was putting his nerves on edge.

[teatimeassassin.livejournal.com]

"Waiting," Teatime said, grinning. "They seem to be talking, all of them, and I wouldn't want to interrupt, after all."

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

Harry wanders down to the Quidditch pitch, holding his firebolt at the ready. It would be so good to get in the air again, he was really looking forward to it, a spring was in his step that hadn't been there for quite some time.

He kicked off into the air as soon as he saw the others.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam waved happily.

"Harry! I'm so glad you made it. I'd like you to meet Nny, River, Susan, and that's Mr. Teatime over there. How are you settlin' in?"

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*arrives with Harry, and her crummy school broomstick that she's pretty decent on, considering; hops on rises into the air*

Hi, Adam! Good to see you again. Sorry about the other day. I hope you understand -- I was under orders.

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

*Ginny's words catch her attention, and she speaks without waiting for an introduction* Under orders? *this is something River thinks she just might be able to relate to*

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Ginny," said Adam, keeping slightly more distance from her than he normally would.

"I understand. I don't think it was very fair of Professor Cthulu to kick me out of the class like that, though. I would have really liked to learn Ancient Runes. People should still be able to take it even if they're not gonna be his follower. Or at least I think so. But we can talk about it another time. You can go fly with River."

[kayewinnet.livejournal.com]

Kaylee runs down to the quidditch pitch, her face is bright red when she gets there.

"sorry I'm late!" she hops onto her broom and makes her slightly wobbly way up into the air.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Kaylee!" Adam called out. "It's no problem. Do you know everyone?"

He pointed them all out to her.

"That's Johnny and Mr. Teatime, that's Ginny and you know River, of course, and Harry and Susan. And Devi might show up, too."

Adam did a happy loop in the air just because he could and grinned at her.

[harrylives.livejournal.com]

*Harry comes flying back over to Ginny with the snitch in his hand, grinning like an idiot*

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam flew over to where Harry was holding the snitch triumphantly.

"Well done, Harry! I guess now we know why you're the best Seeker around." He laughed and did a happy loop. "I'd better stick to Keepin'."

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*big smile* Good job, Harry! *smooch* Looks like I lost the bet.

((OOC: Sorry! I had family over all day until just now!))

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

River followed, pulling off her goggles as she did so, and muttering to herself. "The game is flawed--- I had the first move, I was faster, I should have beat him to it... the game is flawed...." As she got within earshot of the group, however, she put on a game face. "Good catch, Harry."

((OOC: River's "game is flawed" dialogue is adapted from the movie A Beautiful Mind, about the life of Dr. John Forbes Nash, Jr., mathematician, Nobel laureate in economics... and schizophrenic. And I was laughing so hard I almost couldn't type it! :D Just had to do it....))