Disclaimer: I'd rather make my own dreams come true than steal Ms. Rowling's characters, they are her dreams, and writing about them are my dreams…
A.N. This one-shot was supposed to be Wednesday (like three weeks ago)…sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry (a million times) and it's embarrassment, Lily Luna Potter has a bit of a crush on my OC (: Oh, love.
One shot # 3: Wednesday, Embarrassment: Lily Luna Potter and OC
It may have taken him 3 years, but at least he finally did figure out that the Weasley blush was damn cute on Lily Potter.
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It was one of those days. The days that weren't utterly miserable, weren't absolutely happy, weren't even midway between the two, but one of those days that was in the state from becoming miserable to happy. Flynn didn't get it either. With the logic that only a third year Hufflepuff could possess, he decided that he'd shake off his odd attitude toward today with a short fly on the pitch.
He jumped off of his yellow bed, and grabbed his Nimbus 3007, it was getting difficult to keep up with all the Nimbus models, and set off toward the Quidditch pitch.
Three and a half minutes later, he was strolling outside, he could've been whistling and the scene would've been perfect, but not many people were outside. He quickly transfigured a large twig into a hollow large blue ball, and threw it up into the sky while simultaneously flicking a spell at it that kept it hovering above him as he walked toward the Quidditch field.
Four minutes later, Flynn Finnegan now knew that tossing a ball that was charmed to float between his hands, was not an easy feat. But, he was at the Quidditch pitch no matter how cheesy it sounded in his head, it was time to flyyy.
A kind of omniscient sky ruled above him, subtly persuading rain from the clouds in an attempt to shoo him away from his broom, the Quidditch pitch and open air. But, Flynn was not to be deterred. It was barely dark out, it was simply Saturday. The clouds were slightly low in the sky, not the usual Quidditch weather, but anytime was a good time for flying, he thought as an involuntary smile covered his features.
Five minutes. Flynn soared across the pitch in one impressive movement. He and his broom were the same person while flying. His broom understood him down to the slightest tilt of his body to the left. He flew around and his thoughts strayed to the first day of his flying lessons in first year. To say that he was clumsy on his broom would be a drastic understatement. To say that he was a flying natural disaster (like a tornado) would be tremendously more accurate.
He learned though. His darling Hufflepuff house-mates wouldn't give up on him, and with a few nights spent diligently practicing, plus a new broom it would be an understatement to say that he proficient with a broom. He was proud himself, and with a wave of nostalgia thought back to the day he received the position of Chaser. Ah, his previous thought had him thinking more about his house; Hufflepuff; his life, well, he was thirteen and was feeling kind of strange. But, the reason he was feeling strange might have been because he was thirteen. Merlin knew that adolescence was just odd. For instance, he'd never before realized that there was a significant lack of chest hair on his…chest, and he wondered why he wanted to drool every time he smelled (and saw) Jennifer Wood's hair. But, with that good ole' logic, he deduced that it was only because thirteen. It really was an unlucky number…
By this time, he'd flown in circles above the pitch (he was chasing that damn fast ball!) about thirty-seven times and judging by the swirling of his stomach, he needed to sit down; fast. With one hand holding his stomach, he did an unfortunately strange nosedive into the ground, steadying himself just in time. His stomach was kind of turning over, and over, and over, and he was mumbling curses towards the clouds juuust remembering that he had a tendency to become incredibly dizzy while flying. That certainly wasn't helpful while flying, and he mentally cursed Jennifer Wood's hair for distracting him so much! Just the scent of it muddled up his senses…He groaned, and wondered why he loved flying so much if it made him feel so-- He stopped mid-thought.
Another person had crept into the Quidditch pitch and was now taking their broom out of its sleeve. Judging by the shape of the broom, Flynn guessed it was a Firebolt. A nice one, at that. The mysterious person kicked up into the air, and he realized that they had also charmed a ball to hover in the air; this one looked like his, a quaffle. Flynn wondered when the person would realize that they weren't the only person on the pitch…
He quickly realized that the person seemed to be a she, judging by the way her loose plait was waving. He wondered exactly which she this was… He stared a bit longer and barely made out a Gryffindor scarf. He knew he recognized those Chaser spins from one of the houses. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. He realized he sort of felt like a stalker watching this Gryffindor girl. He figured he'd just go up to the girl, say hi and possibly say bye two seconds after. It was getting to be chilly and it kind of looked as if it was about to start drizzling. Flynn wasn't a fan of in the rain Quidditch…
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The sky smelled like rain, all musky and sweet. She loved flying in this weather. All gray outside, with a hint of rain floating about. It was the perfect day to brush up some Chaser twists. She gently hoisted herself above her broom, and then quickly mumbled, "C'mon Broomie, Firebolt, you're the best broom in the world, now let's fly!"
Her mother had taught her that. Encourage your broom, and it loves you more. She smiled at the thought of her Mum, the one, the only Ginevra Weasley! Star of the Holyhead Harpies! Definitely, her mother was her role model from Quidditch to school.
She threw her charmed ball into the air, and whispered a spell to it. All of a sudden, it speeded across the field, and Lily followed it in frenzy. She leaned forward on her broom, and it rushed across the field as Lily chased the 'Quaffle' in all of its glory.
'Yeah, flying did make everything better,' thought Lily as she swiveled across the field, with a glance around the pitch. She hadn't had the best of days. It wasn't the worst of days either though. It was one of those days that were just there. It was a day that was on the way of becoming happy. Nothing that much happened on those days. Even if they were Saturdays.
Within the next five minutes, it wasn't one of those days anymore.
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Flynn jumped on his broom, and he semi-floated toward the girl. As he got closer, he noticed the distinctive red hair and freckles which were a part of every single Weasley ever. She was going through some pretty fancy flying, he thought impressed.
All at once, he saw exactly who it was, exactly which Weasley, and then she was gone. Poof! She was gone hurtling toward a golden ring at some astonishing speed. She seemed to be twisting, while speeding across the field. Where in the name of Merlin did she learn that move?? He realized he'd forgotten who it was. But as of now, that really truly didn't matter.
He swiveled across the field chasing after the Mystery Weasley and just as she was about to fling a pretend Quaffle into a hoop, her pale green eyes popped out and her mouth dropped open.
Maybe it was a bad idea to chase after her while she was in the process of some ridiculously complicated Chaser move. She didn't stop the broom though…She was slightly upside down and she simply zoomed through the hoop, hanging onto the Quaffle for her dear life.
That moment was when she lost control of the broom. It slid and glided to the point that Flynn was wondering whether the broom was possessed by the spirit of Voldemort! She was going into a nosedive, but then she turned upward in some spectacularly crazy maneuver and she did a loop-de-loop around the field. He would've thrown up in her position.
Lily (he'd found out which Weasley, after some great powers of observation, it was, and it was actually a Potter-Weasley, go figure?) had swooped out of the sky and was now turning in loop-de-loops around the pitch. He saw her desperately trying to steady herself, and that knocked into his sense of chivalry as he flew upwards in an attempt to help Lily.
She'd just about steadied herself with only a last loop when he finally caught up to her…
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Merlin's pants! Where in the name of Morgan Le Fay did that Flynn Finnegan show up? Seriously!
And just when, she was going into that magnificent dive and sweeping that quaffle straight through winning that imaginary game in her mind. But no…she actually fell out of control at the sight of his face on the tail of her of broom! What was he doing here anyway? Hufflepuff extraordinaire, and incredibly good looking, well to Lily. She'd only had a crush on him since…the first day of her first year. He was a brilliant chaser…
She'd absolutely lost control of her broom. Not lost control as in when her father's broom was manipulated by evil forces, but lost control as in it was completely her embarrassing fault for being distracted by an unexpected boy. No one loses control unless it's their absolute first time on a broom! That was absolutely ridiculous and uncalled for. How very humiliating.
She'd twisted a bit, and sailed straight through the hoop. For a second, just to console herself, she thanked Merlin that the hoops were large enough that she couldn't possibly get stuck through. Now that, would have been even more embarrassing.
But, the next second brought a bit more humiliation. She nosedived. She hadn't ever executed such a perfect flawless dive but she wasn't exactly thinking in this one. Lily was absolutely panicking. Her one thought was up, and her darling sweetheart of a Firebolt understood that to the point of insanity! Up she flew, and made vertical circles repeatedly. She caught glances of Flynn's horrified face and then, sweet Merlin, she slowed down. Then Flynn appeared, not quite in the 'nick of time'.
He skidded to a stop in front of her, well, as well as a broom can skid on air, looking a bit breathless.
"Are you alright…?" he asked, as Lily brought her thoughts together, "you looked pretty tossed about over there…"
"Oh, no, I'm fine. That happens to me all the time; no one knows where my clumsiness on a broom came from!" Well, that was a blatant lie and more so it sounded very sarcastic, even though it wasn't supposed to be.
Flynn tilted his head as if surveying Lily's sentence and then said, "You don't seem so clumsy… Did you lose control of the broom?"
"Psh, no… I was just getting a good fly in. I needed to you know, clear my head." 'Oh Merlin, why must he have powerful observational skills and why, why why¸ did I feel the need to lie..?'
"Oh. In that case, you need to show me that flip and upside down turn thing you did, it was fantastic!" exclaimed Flynn with an enthusiastic expression.
Lily's head was buzzing; all the little Lilys inside her were trying to invent a believable lie that really did show off those fancy spins Lily had executed while losing control. Then again, they only had the timeframe one usually does when answering a question. In other words, it was time to stall.
"Well, you see…what you do is…oh gosh, I can't quite explain it. You know how it is, when you're flying you're something other than yourself!" 'Way to invent, Lils. You can lie better than that!' And, she could lie better than that. Her little Lily minions within her head fondly remembered the time that she had convinced Albus that having raven black hair meant that he was cursed, and she was ten.
"No, I usually feel like myself when I'm flying. Actually, I feel more like myself when I'm flying. Hmm, maybe you can only keep up those twists in that thrill of lost control. I'll go use more of that logic that only a third year Hufflepuff possesses," Flynn turned around in the air and was just about to zoom downwards as something seemingly occurred to him. "Besides, you know, losing control is natural. Happens to everyone!" Lily spluttered and they both glided downwards, landing gracefully on the Pitch, a total difference to Lily's loss of control. Flynn gave her a sideways wink, Lily understood that to be 'Alright, no one else knows about your little air spasm'. Lily mouthed a 'thanks.'
"So, do you always get exceptionally surprised when people shock you when you're flying?"
"Now that your saying it… Oh, haha. No, I've never lost control like that, it might be just because you're cute or something. Oh, wait a tick… I think I lost control once. The very first time I picked up a broom, I got extremely scared while in the air and I'd just panicked! My uncle Ron thought that I was Quidditch-Deficient. I think I snagged the position of Chaser while trying to prove him wrong…" Lily trailed off embarrassedly. Apparently, she'd forgotten exactly how smart Flynn was (Ace at Charms, and seemingly brilliant at spotting lies). Oh dear Merlin, she'd been caught lying and she'd lost control flying. How embarrassing.
-X-
"Oh, you just talk a lot when people scare you!" She'd called him cute, and seemingly on accident.
"No…ask any Weasley, they'll tell I just talk a lot, in general," she smiled as they sat Indian-style on the Quidditch pitch. Apparently, he wasn't leaving anymore. The sky had cleared up of the potential drizzle and sunlight was streaming through. She really was a splendid flyer, and more so when she couldn't steer her broom. She was also extremely cute when she got embarrassed and tried to lie (he definitely knew that she'd lost control from the beginning)… Oh, the wonders of that Weasley blush.
A.N. So tell me what you think... Did Lily seem embarassed enough? I loved writing Flynn. (: Sorry for the delay, again and again and again...