Ficlet – Aidian & Emrys: Want to Ride a Broom?
"So, do you think you got it?" Emrys called out from his position on his broom. We were practicing and trying new tricks, but I just can't seem to get the hang of them.
"Does it look like I got it, Em?" I call back up as I attempt to right myself. "Why am I even doing this anyways? I'm never going to need this. I'm a Seeker for crying out loud! Not a Chaser."
He swooped down next to me, his curly hair blowing in his eyes. "Take my hand, Aidian."
I look up at him resentfully, crossing my arms. "Not until you show me that you can actually do it, that I'm not just your guinea pig."
Emrys sighed and brought his broom up, and away from mine, leaving me hanging by my knees. "Watch carefully, A."
He held his broom tightly with both hands and brought his legs up and stood on the back of it. He pulled up sharply, his feet firmly planted and flipped backwards in an evasive maneuver that could knock you on your back. As he straightened out and sat back on his broom, I gaped at him.
"I cannot believe you actually just did that." I say, as he flies back down to me. He offers his hand and I take it, swinging right side up.
"You up to trying it again?" Emrys said coyly.
"Ha. Yeah right. You have probably practiced that move every chance you could get. I am not making a bigger fool out of myself than I already have." I say, flying back towards the changing rooms. Propping my broom up outside the door, I enter and start to shed my sweaty clothes.
I hear Emrys enter and turn, a shirt halfway over my head, to find him staring at me. He doesn't even glance away when I catch him, he just continues staring, eyes raking over my body.
"Are you checking me out?" I ask incredulously, unable to believe him.
"Quite possibly, yes." He answered with a quick grin before turning to change.
I shrug and pull my shirt all the way over my torso and collect my things. Glancing at my watch, I look up at Emrys, who was pulling up his trousers. "We're late for dinner. Want to confuse everyone?"
He arched an eyebrow, confused for a moment, before catching on and grinning. "Of course. Shall we?" He offers me his arm and I gladly hook mine through it.
"Let's go, my darling. To the Great Hall!" I proclaim, pulling Emrys from the changing rooms up the lawn towards the castle.