Heyyyy guys! Sorry about not updating fast enough. I was hanging out with friends, it ended up as a sleep over, then the next day I was having a mother daughter day, I had no time to write! I'm so sorry! (bows) Enough about my life though, I'm sure you all want to read the next chapter!
Up, up, AND AWAYYYYYYYY
As if the world was reborn, Spring had finally began to show face at Hogwarts. The snow had finally all gone, small, innocent flowers had begun to bloom, and the grass had finally start to shown. The world finally looked a little brighter after the long painful Winter, and what better way then to celebrate the beginning of good weather with none other then flying class.
Juliet was genually excited above all other people. Being in the wizardry school's back in America they didn't permit flying due to the dense populations in the cities. Even though her old school was deep in the Mountains of Vermont there were still too many muggles located there, so flying was a big no no. Because Hogwarts was invisible to the muggle eye, flying was expected and an admired lesson to be learned and BOY was Juliet ready.
She was sure to wear a pair of gym shorts under her skirt for the flying lesson. She tied her hair back into a high pony tail in the girls lavatory, and rushed down to meet Tom. This was a level four lesson so she had a lot to catch up on. Maybe Tom could show has a few tricks! As she finally made it out to the court yard she spotted some familiar faces.
"Robin, Chekov! What are you guys doing here?" The petite witch said out of breath.
"Good morning L'venok!" Chekov smiled delightedly.
"We're here to be checked out for flying." Robin pointed out.
"It's because we are transfer students like you, so they must see where our flying level is at." Chekov elaborated.
"Ohhhh I see!" Juliet said excitingly. "So we'll all be together! This is great!"
"Da, we'll be one big team!" Chekov thumbs upped.
"Big team? Ha! With my level of flying you'll be left in the dust. I was a chaser back in my Quidditch team in Germany." Robin remarked haughtily, nose in the air.
"We'll see about that little blue bird, I study Dragons so I'm an excelent flyer." Chekov pointed to himself proudly.
"Challenge accepted!" Robin declared.
"Wow you both are so good! I hope I'll become as good as you two!" The petite witch gazed at her friends admirably.
"What do you mean L'venok? You're not a good flyer?" Chekov looked generally surprised.
"I don't know how to fly." She replied.
"You don't know how?" The Ravenclaw looked shocked.
"Nope."
"You don't even know how to lift your broom?" Robin inquired. Juliet shook her head as an answer.
"American schools are sure strange then." Chekov said in a dazed expression.
"Oh great, who let you two into our class." The three friends turned around to see Tom, broom in hand looking annoyed already.
"Morning Tom!" They all said in unison.
Tom sighed.
"Juliet where is your broom…" Tom pointed out.
"I'm supposed to have my own? we don't share?"
"YES you get your own broom. How else would we all be learning new skills? Do you share your wand? No. Now go get one you stupid girl, they're in the shed over there." Tom arched his neck as a way to point to where the brooms were located.
"Ah, I see. I'll be right back then, stay put guys!" Juliet dashed away, leaving the three wizards by themselves.
"Cold as ever, Riddle. Is there ever a time of day you're not potentially a jack ass to that girl?" Robin sarcastically asked. Tom eyes glared at the Ravenclaw.
"Don't get Snarky with me you Muggle obsessor. If it weren't for the fact you hung out with Juliet I would think you and Mr. Sunshine and rainbows over here are married." Tom hissed.
"Don't you drag Chekov into this you snake!" Robin barked.
"It would be interesting being married to you Robin." Chekov laughed.
"Don't encourage him!" Robin yelled.
"But I wonder which one of us would be the wife." The Hufflepuff wondered.
"How the hell would I know!"
"Probably Robin." Tom smirked.
"Why would I be the wife?! He's way more feminine then I!" Robin screeched.
"Yeah but I'm taller." Chekov commented.
"Excuse me for being shorter than a giant! You're 6'6 that's totally unfair!" Robin spat.
"Are you really that tall?" Riddle looked up to the Hufflepuff suspiciously.
"Why yes, why? You don't believe me?" The yellow clad student smiled.
"I believe you." Why would he not believe him, the man towered over Tom like a tree.
"I'm back!" Called out Juliet, holding her broom in her two hands. She looked to her three friends who oddly looked like they were getting along.
"What did I miss?" questioned the Gryffindor.
"Whether or not Robin would be a good wife." Chekov laughed.
"Would you just drop it already!" Yelled Robin.
The three wizards couldn't believe their eyes as they saw the very Gryffindor, who five minutes ago didn't know anything about flying, was zipping through the skies like one of the Holyhead Harpies. Maybe it was because her father was a flyer himself, but she tore through the wind as if she made the endless horizon her own home. Even Riddle couldn't suppress his amazement as she flung all her body weight and spun with her broom doing triple loops. It was like watching some kind of dance being preformed. Any move that they were told to attempt she accomplished it the first time.
"This is so much FUUUNNNNNNNNNN!" Juliet laughed while zooming around Tom.
"You're acting like a complete child." Tom said in annoyance. He couldn't help but be a little pissed off at the whole situation. Flying was never his strong suit, he was better on the ground with his potions and spells. He thought the concept of flying was idiotic since people could just use flu powder or a port key to travel.
"Aw come on Tom, this is great! Feeling the wind in your hair, your heart race as you go higher, what a rush! I wish I learned to fly sooner!" She flipped around on her broom laughing merrily.
"Who would have thought you were this amazing Juliet! You should try out for Qudditch!" Robin called out as he flew past her.
"Yeah, you look like that Lion with the wings!" Chekov chimed in as he flew above her.
"You mean a Sphinx." Deadpanned the Slytherin.
"Sphinx awaayyyyy!' Yelled the Gryffindor as she blasted upward. Tom sighed, he might as well follow the idiot before she decides to hurt herself.
Tom pointed his broom upward and followed suit, trying to spot the girl through the endless amount of clouds. Finally he see's Juliet gliding, trying to touch the cloud she was next to.
"If you fly up any higher you won't be protected by the invisibility charm around the school." Tom yelled.
"Yeah, and be seen by what? Geese?" Juliet yelled back. She turned her broom and headed to the Slytherin grinning widely. She finally caught up to Tom and the two flew together slowly, as if taking a walk through the clouds.
"Maybe you should try out for Qudditch…" Tom coughed, trying to start a conversation.
"You think?" She looked to him surprised.
"Why not, everyone needs a hobby."
"hm… I'll think about it then." She hummed.
Despite the awkward conversation, The Slytherin was quite enjoying himself as he flew next to the petite witch. There was nothing up here, it was all peace and quiet. Sure it was a bit cold, but they were pretty high up so it was understandable. Maybe if they did this again closer to the summer it would be absolutely perfect. As much as he hate to admit it, maybe Juliet was on to something about flying. You really did feel a rush doing it, you truly feel at peace out here.
"Despite being such a novice, I was surprised when you weren't afraid to go higher up." Said Tom.
"Haha, thats because my father is a pilot." The Gryffindor smiled.
"I'm guessing you flew with him sometimes?" The wizard questioned.
"Nooo I can't fly a plane, I'm too young. However, I flew with him in the passenger seat when I was little. He would do all these cool tricks in the air. It was so cool to be up there! I thought if I couldn't get a job in the wizarding world then I would become a pilot like my dad."
Juliet looked toward the Slytherin, grinning widely.
"So what do your parents do anyway? You never talk about them mu-"
Suddenly low rumbling could be heard. The two stopped flying, trying to hear where the noise came from. Tom spun his broom, eyeing the clouds carefully. He then see's in the distance some dark clouds, lighting flashing in them.
"Storm at your six o'clock De La Lune." Juliet turned also, seeing the storm. She frowned at the sight of it. Great, now they have to go back to the ground and land. So much for flying more…
"Yeah, yeah I get it, lets head back down before it begins to rain. Can't study on a cold now huh?" She smiled. Tom nodded, flying down first.
Juliet gazed at the darkened clouds. Before she went, another flash of lightning struck. Juliet stopped, she could of sworn she saw something flicker in those clouds….
A big roaring thunder broke the witch's train of thought. Right, better get out of here now. It was never safe flying in the wake of a storm. She pointed her broom downward, flying top speed, almost as if she was falling. Juliet knew better than to fly in this kind of weather, her father taught her better. She landed on the grass gracefully. The petite witch began running to catch up with her class who could be seen going inside the Castle in the distance. She threw her broom in the shed and ran inside. Luckily enough she made it in before it finally poured.
"There you are!" Began Robin. "I thought you didn't land and something happened to you. I was about to go back up and look for you!"
"Haha Don't sweat it I just wanted to fly for as long as possible." Juliet smiled.
"Maybe Tom is on to something Robin, you sounded just like a mother hen worrying about her daughter!" Chekov laughed.
"For the last time I AM NOT THE WIFE!" Robin barked.
Awwww Robin is so motherly, he really would make a nice mommy don't you think? Anyway, thanks for reading everyone! You're my drive to writing these chapters and I appreciate all the love you give this story. I love you all, see you soon!