Allosia was disappointed, but not surprised when Snape did not join her
that evening in her nightly routine. By the third night, she even found
she had stopped looking for him. It wasn't so much that she had given up,
more that she had decided the behavior was just embarrassing. Plus
squinting at the ground wasn't the best thing for anyone's flying.
She wasn't a Quidditch player. Quite frankly, the damn bludgers scared her half to death, having gotten whacked in the head, and off her broom, a few times as a kid. But she liked flying and the faster and more acrobatic she could be about it, the happier she was. As a student, she had even memorized some wand patterns by drawing them in flight.
She climbed into the air somewhat slowly, with the intent of practicing some corkscrews, when something large flew past her, very fast and very close. Startled, she leaned off in the other direction, trying to get a look. It hadn't had the same idea though, having circled back, it came up against her right side again and then turned sharply enough to turn her around with it before zooming off again.
"Damn!" she hissed. And then she heard his rather obnoxious laughter.
Had she been on the ground, she would have put her hands on her hips and glared at him, but they were airborne and he was laughing at her. While Snape may have looked imposing in the air with his ridiculously voluminous cape, this was not a game he got to win, not against her. After all, it was one of the few things she had taught him.
With that thought, she turned began to pursue him. Hoping to second guess him, she moved with sharp turns and dove quickly out of his way when she suddenly realized she was the one being chased. She stopped her laughter and concentrated on him circling above her, trying to get a sense of his pattern and plan. After studying his motions for a few seconds, she rose abruptly, with the intent of brushing him out of the way as he had her when this started.
Allosia hadn't expected Snape to jerk his broom to the left though, or for it to cause his cloak to billow out at his side. She flew straight into the heavy fabric and promptly found that she was holding her broom instead of riding it.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. He kept laughing, but she also felt his arm reaching for her, as he slowed his broom and began to descend. About five feet off the ground, they gave up and fell the rest of the way, both of them out of breath and screeching with laughter.
Snape composed himself first, looking across several feet of his ripped cloak at her. "I'd say we're both out of practice."
Allosia moved to sit up and then promptly decided against it, letting herself fall back against the thick damp grass. "I didn't think you still did things like this."
"I had to wait until you were unprepared."
"I'm never unprepared, Severus."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sorry about your cloak."
"It'll mend."
"So when was the last time you did this?"
"I'm not telling you that." He sounded embarrassed in addition to out of breath.
"I was right!" Allosia sat up with a stifled giggle.
"Oh, please, not more misguided insights. Don't you think my students are enough torture?"
Allosia was laughing now.
"What?"
"You and Hooch!"
Snape glared.
"Just tell me I'm right."
"No."
"No, I'm not right or no you won't tell me?"
"Allosia, you're being absurd."
"Just tell me, and I swear I'll never mention it again."
"Yes, you're right. It was several years ago and I don't want to talk about it and if you persist on the subject I will not hesitate to use Obliviate on you."
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" There was menace in the question, as well as sadness. He sighed, and looked up at the sky. "Allosia?" he said, turning his head to her again.
"Hmmm?"
"Come here."
She narrowed her eyes at him, but then sat up and slid across the grass, until she was within arms reach of him.
"Graceful as ever," he said, sarcasm fully in evidence. He reached out and touched her face very lightly. "I've missed you."
Allosia took his hand, and placed it on the ground between them. She squeezed it and smiled, before letting go. "Don't look so hurt Severus, I still have points to make up," she said, grabbing her broom and rising into the air again.
He sat up, shaking his head, fully determined to chase after her. Even, if with the shorter hair, she was much harder to catch these days.
She wasn't a Quidditch player. Quite frankly, the damn bludgers scared her half to death, having gotten whacked in the head, and off her broom, a few times as a kid. But she liked flying and the faster and more acrobatic she could be about it, the happier she was. As a student, she had even memorized some wand patterns by drawing them in flight.
She climbed into the air somewhat slowly, with the intent of practicing some corkscrews, when something large flew past her, very fast and very close. Startled, she leaned off in the other direction, trying to get a look. It hadn't had the same idea though, having circled back, it came up against her right side again and then turned sharply enough to turn her around with it before zooming off again.
"Damn!" she hissed. And then she heard his rather obnoxious laughter.
Had she been on the ground, she would have put her hands on her hips and glared at him, but they were airborne and he was laughing at her. While Snape may have looked imposing in the air with his ridiculously voluminous cape, this was not a game he got to win, not against her. After all, it was one of the few things she had taught him.
With that thought, she turned began to pursue him. Hoping to second guess him, she moved with sharp turns and dove quickly out of his way when she suddenly realized she was the one being chased. She stopped her laughter and concentrated on him circling above her, trying to get a sense of his pattern and plan. After studying his motions for a few seconds, she rose abruptly, with the intent of brushing him out of the way as he had her when this started.
Allosia hadn't expected Snape to jerk his broom to the left though, or for it to cause his cloak to billow out at his side. She flew straight into the heavy fabric and promptly found that she was holding her broom instead of riding it.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. He kept laughing, but she also felt his arm reaching for her, as he slowed his broom and began to descend. About five feet off the ground, they gave up and fell the rest of the way, both of them out of breath and screeching with laughter.
Snape composed himself first, looking across several feet of his ripped cloak at her. "I'd say we're both out of practice."
Allosia moved to sit up and then promptly decided against it, letting herself fall back against the thick damp grass. "I didn't think you still did things like this."
"I had to wait until you were unprepared."
"I'm never unprepared, Severus."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Sorry about your cloak."
"It'll mend."
"So when was the last time you did this?"
"I'm not telling you that." He sounded embarrassed in addition to out of breath.
"I was right!" Allosia sat up with a stifled giggle.
"Oh, please, not more misguided insights. Don't you think my students are enough torture?"
Allosia was laughing now.
"What?"
"You and Hooch!"
Snape glared.
"Just tell me I'm right."
"No."
"No, I'm not right or no you won't tell me?"
"Allosia, you're being absurd."
"Just tell me, and I swear I'll never mention it again."
"Yes, you're right. It was several years ago and I don't want to talk about it and if you persist on the subject I will not hesitate to use Obliviate on you."
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" There was menace in the question, as well as sadness. He sighed, and looked up at the sky. "Allosia?" he said, turning his head to her again.
"Hmmm?"
"Come here."
She narrowed her eyes at him, but then sat up and slid across the grass, until she was within arms reach of him.
"Graceful as ever," he said, sarcasm fully in evidence. He reached out and touched her face very lightly. "I've missed you."
Allosia took his hand, and placed it on the ground between them. She squeezed it and smiled, before letting go. "Don't look so hurt Severus, I still have points to make up," she said, grabbing her broom and rising into the air again.
He sat up, shaking his head, fully determined to chase after her. Even, if with the shorter hair, she was much harder to catch these days.
