The quidditch pitch was desterted, as it usually was this time of day. Alice hummed softly to herself, pleased that the weather was warm and the sky clear. It was a great day for flying, and she couldn't wait to get her feet off the ground. Having spent most of the morning and a good deal of the afternoon in the greenhouse between classes, Alice
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Alice tried to pull up but only managed to loose control of the broom. She hit unstable and ended up rolling across the pitch. "Fuck," she said softly, her eyes closed. She was too afraid to move.
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He turned her over so she was on her side, and able to push herself up when she felt stable.
"You alright alleycat?"
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She almost scared him more than Keda.
He sat on the grass, and held his broom.
"Wotcher Frank. Alleycat looks mad..."
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"Oh Frank, you didn't."
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"Now you listen here, this is the quidditch pitch do you understand me, not the I like to run till I kill myself and then pass out field." She marched toward him stopping to grab her broom which looked worse for wear. "I am a wonderful flyer, the fact that you were in my way is clearly no fault but your own."
At this point she had reached him, her eyes flashing, breathing hard. "And don't you ever EVER insult my flying again, or I swear I will hex you and lift you so far of the ground you will be lucky if you ever see it again."
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"Ally are you alright?" Frank was suddenly scared that she'd hurt herelf.
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He had to make sure that Alice really was ok. She did look a bit banged up...
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Those two were strange, running hot and scary one minute, and cool and calm the next.
He hoped he and keda wouldn't do that.
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He leaned close to her and said, "We need to get on Kingsley's case about Keda. He's been saying stuff in his sleep about her."
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