Chapter 5!
We've gone over the damn disclaimer. Moving onward!
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At five minutes to nine, Fallon Anderson was sitting in the spectator stands of the Quidditch pitch, waiting for the Slytherin team to finish their practice.
That year, they were using a new Chaser, with Flint gone. Fallon surveyed 5th year Julian Moon with a critical, knowledgeable eye as he flew around the pitch with the rest of the team. Moon was not bad. Now... he didn't have the finesse or the experience of Warrington and Montague, but that was only to be expected. The trick would be for the others to train him up properly. It would not do for him to become the team's "weakest link".
Of course, none of the players could be the "weakest link". Including new captain Malfoy. Who had not seen the snitch yet. Fallon glanced at her silver wristwatch. Two minutes after nine o'clock, and it was quite cold outside. She cast a warming charm and drew her fur-lined cloak closer around her body.
The Chasers practiced the Hawkshead Attacking Formation, and Fallon's discerning eye noticed Moon faltering a tiny bit. Montague, ever the helpful one, flew over and had a few words with Moon, and the Chasers did their maneuver again, this time flawlessly. Fallon smiled as she watched them. It was dark, but the silver lining of the Slytherin Quidditch robes stood out in the moonlight. Her team was really quite good.
Finally, another ten minutes later, Malfoy caught the snitch, and dismissed the team. The Slytherin Seeker, scowling, stalked off for the castle looking neither right nor left, not waiting for his teammates to join him. Obviously, Malfoy was not in the mood for company.
Fallon felt a breeze ruffle her hair, and Warrington landed next to her, dismounting and sitting down next to her. "Hello, you."
"Hello yourself," Fallon greeted him coolly, "Malfoy still seems to be in a bad mood."
"Astute observation," Warrington said with a roll of his eyes, "To say that he has been sulky doesn't even come close. And he's generally faster at finding the Snitch."
"Well, he's stuck in a messy situation. Ravyn says that he's cheating on her, and once again, wanted me to give my word that if I feel he deserves it, to hurt him severely."
"Pansy snogged him, not the other way around," Warrington said matter-of-factly, looking at Fallon, ethereal and captivating in the moonlight. The girl was unconsciously rubbing her hands together.
Raising an eyebrow very slightly, he removed his Quidditch gloves, putting them in his pocket, and took her hands in his. "How long have you been out here, Anderson?" He asked, holding her small, cold hands in his larger, warmer ones.
"About fifteen minutes, and let me go," Fallon replied, making as to retract her hands. He held them tighter and rubbed them briskly with his own.
"Trying to warm you up, that's all," he grinned at her. She raised an eyebrow, studiously ignoring the chill that shot up her spine when his hands caressed hers, that had nothing to do with the weather. She watched in silence as he rubbed her hands a minute longer, then blinked as he raised her hands to his lips and blew warm air on them.
"Ummm...?" For once, Fallon had no idea what to say. She was just about to snatch her hands away (for him holding her hands like that... that MUST be the cause of her lack-of-things-to-say... or whatever), when he brought her right hand to his lips and laid a lingering kiss on her knuckles.
A moment later, he grinned and dropped her hands unsentimentally. "All warm now, let's go inside." Before Fallon could react, he had grabbed her around the waist and set her on his Nimbus 2001, before mounting behind her. A moment later, they were airborne, and he was zooming towards the broom shed, leaning slightly forward, his arms reaching past her hands and gripping the broomstick, his chin touching her shoulder. They were going at a dizzying speed, and Fallon's eyes were wide. What... in... the...
And then, her feet brushed the ground, and they stopped. Somewhat shakily, Fallon got off the broom, and watched, speechless, as Warrington carelessly put it away in the broom shed. Finally, after he'd locked the broom shed, she found her voice back.
"What... was... that?"
Warrington gave her a confuddled look, "A broomstick."
"I know THAT! I MEANT... what was..." Fallon threw the hands that he'd been caressing into the air in frustration, and gave an aggravated sigh, "Never mind. What did you wish to talk to me about?"
"All business as usual, Anderson," Warrington said blandly, but before she could retort anything in response, he answered her question, "I overheard Parkinson and Bulstrode in the library today."
"And?"
"Parkinson was gloating about breaking up Malfoy and De Borgia. And was of the opinion that Malfoy would come crawling to her in a few days. Then the discussion went on to cosmetic potions, and somehow degenerated into insulting you," Warrington scowled somewhat as the two of them walked towards the castle, "And gossiping about some Hufflepuff Chaser Marsden who apparently wants in your knickers."
Fallon rolled her eyes, "Excellent. Remind me to break Marsden's nose for 'wanting in my knickers', as you say. And to make Parkinson suffer for talking about such shite." They had reached the door, and she flung it open, walking in, "So... more or less, I gather that Parkinslut snogged Malfoy, Ravyn caught them, it looked bad, and she jumped to conclusions. Now... to figure out a way to work this out."
"Indeed... " Warrington shut the door behind them, "It's not like they're going to talk to each other about the situation. They're ignoring each other and all that teenage angsty stuff."
"Obviously," Fallon deadpanned, "We'll have to go about this and make them realize the truth some other way..."
"Make Pansy confess, perhaps?"
Fallon halted in her tracks, and whirled around to look at Warrington. Slowly, a wicked smile of pure, unadulterated evil bloomed across her face.
Cassius Warrington slowly took a step back, looking at her warily, "Dare I ask what you are plotting?"
Fallon waltzed up to him and gave him a bear hug, like she might have done to any of her female friends. Before he could react, she had pulled away, still smiling that alarming, feral grin.
"Thank you for the hint... this should be GOOD... " She stood back, dignity back in place except for the maniacal gleam in her eyes, "Now... meet me at the library tomorrow afternoon, at the table close to the restricted session, at three. There is lots to do!"
And as a bemused Warrington watched, walking behind her, she floated back to their Common Room.
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Funness ensues! More on the way!
We've gone over the damn disclaimer. Moving onward!
~ ~ ~
At five minutes to nine, Fallon Anderson was sitting in the spectator stands of the Quidditch pitch, waiting for the Slytherin team to finish their practice.
That year, they were using a new Chaser, with Flint gone. Fallon surveyed 5th year Julian Moon with a critical, knowledgeable eye as he flew around the pitch with the rest of the team. Moon was not bad. Now... he didn't have the finesse or the experience of Warrington and Montague, but that was only to be expected. The trick would be for the others to train him up properly. It would not do for him to become the team's "weakest link".
Of course, none of the players could be the "weakest link". Including new captain Malfoy. Who had not seen the snitch yet. Fallon glanced at her silver wristwatch. Two minutes after nine o'clock, and it was quite cold outside. She cast a warming charm and drew her fur-lined cloak closer around her body.
The Chasers practiced the Hawkshead Attacking Formation, and Fallon's discerning eye noticed Moon faltering a tiny bit. Montague, ever the helpful one, flew over and had a few words with Moon, and the Chasers did their maneuver again, this time flawlessly. Fallon smiled as she watched them. It was dark, but the silver lining of the Slytherin Quidditch robes stood out in the moonlight. Her team was really quite good.
Finally, another ten minutes later, Malfoy caught the snitch, and dismissed the team. The Slytherin Seeker, scowling, stalked off for the castle looking neither right nor left, not waiting for his teammates to join him. Obviously, Malfoy was not in the mood for company.
Fallon felt a breeze ruffle her hair, and Warrington landed next to her, dismounting and sitting down next to her. "Hello, you."
"Hello yourself," Fallon greeted him coolly, "Malfoy still seems to be in a bad mood."
"Astute observation," Warrington said with a roll of his eyes, "To say that he has been sulky doesn't even come close. And he's generally faster at finding the Snitch."
"Well, he's stuck in a messy situation. Ravyn says that he's cheating on her, and once again, wanted me to give my word that if I feel he deserves it, to hurt him severely."
"Pansy snogged him, not the other way around," Warrington said matter-of-factly, looking at Fallon, ethereal and captivating in the moonlight. The girl was unconsciously rubbing her hands together.
Raising an eyebrow very slightly, he removed his Quidditch gloves, putting them in his pocket, and took her hands in his. "How long have you been out here, Anderson?" He asked, holding her small, cold hands in his larger, warmer ones.
"About fifteen minutes, and let me go," Fallon replied, making as to retract her hands. He held them tighter and rubbed them briskly with his own.
"Trying to warm you up, that's all," he grinned at her. She raised an eyebrow, studiously ignoring the chill that shot up her spine when his hands caressed hers, that had nothing to do with the weather. She watched in silence as he rubbed her hands a minute longer, then blinked as he raised her hands to his lips and blew warm air on them.
"Ummm...?" For once, Fallon had no idea what to say. She was just about to snatch her hands away (for him holding her hands like that... that MUST be the cause of her lack-of-things-to-say... or whatever), when he brought her right hand to his lips and laid a lingering kiss on her knuckles.
A moment later, he grinned and dropped her hands unsentimentally. "All warm now, let's go inside." Before Fallon could react, he had grabbed her around the waist and set her on his Nimbus 2001, before mounting behind her. A moment later, they were airborne, and he was zooming towards the broom shed, leaning slightly forward, his arms reaching past her hands and gripping the broomstick, his chin touching her shoulder. They were going at a dizzying speed, and Fallon's eyes were wide. What... in... the...
And then, her feet brushed the ground, and they stopped. Somewhat shakily, Fallon got off the broom, and watched, speechless, as Warrington carelessly put it away in the broom shed. Finally, after he'd locked the broom shed, she found her voice back.
"What... was... that?"
Warrington gave her a confuddled look, "A broomstick."
"I know THAT! I MEANT... what was..." Fallon threw the hands that he'd been caressing into the air in frustration, and gave an aggravated sigh, "Never mind. What did you wish to talk to me about?"
"All business as usual, Anderson," Warrington said blandly, but before she could retort anything in response, he answered her question, "I overheard Parkinson and Bulstrode in the library today."
"And?"
"Parkinson was gloating about breaking up Malfoy and De Borgia. And was of the opinion that Malfoy would come crawling to her in a few days. Then the discussion went on to cosmetic potions, and somehow degenerated into insulting you," Warrington scowled somewhat as the two of them walked towards the castle, "And gossiping about some Hufflepuff Chaser Marsden who apparently wants in your knickers."
Fallon rolled her eyes, "Excellent. Remind me to break Marsden's nose for 'wanting in my knickers', as you say. And to make Parkinson suffer for talking about such shite." They had reached the door, and she flung it open, walking in, "So... more or less, I gather that Parkinslut snogged Malfoy, Ravyn caught them, it looked bad, and she jumped to conclusions. Now... to figure out a way to work this out."
"Indeed... " Warrington shut the door behind them, "It's not like they're going to talk to each other about the situation. They're ignoring each other and all that teenage angsty stuff."
"Obviously," Fallon deadpanned, "We'll have to go about this and make them realize the truth some other way..."
"Make Pansy confess, perhaps?"
Fallon halted in her tracks, and whirled around to look at Warrington. Slowly, a wicked smile of pure, unadulterated evil bloomed across her face.
Cassius Warrington slowly took a step back, looking at her warily, "Dare I ask what you are plotting?"
Fallon waltzed up to him and gave him a bear hug, like she might have done to any of her female friends. Before he could react, she had pulled away, still smiling that alarming, feral grin.
"Thank you for the hint... this should be GOOD... " She stood back, dignity back in place except for the maniacal gleam in her eyes, "Now... meet me at the library tomorrow afternoon, at the table close to the restricted session, at three. There is lots to do!"
And as a bemused Warrington watched, walking behind her, she floated back to their Common Room.
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Funness ensues! More on the way!