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[esme_hinde]

Week Name/Date/Time: Week 033 / Monday May 22nd 2006 / 5.15 PM
Location: Near the main door of the castle leading out to the grounds
Open To: Fi
Currently Involving: Esme

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[fifi_fo_fum]

She came out looking like something from, well, Sky Captain & the World of Tomorrow or something. Tan khakis tucked into knee-high boots. Aviator's jacket with a tuft of some old scarf sticking out from around her neck. Hair pulled into plaits that hung on either side of her ears, all topped off with an Aviator's hat and goggles. With her broom balanced against her shoulder, she walked out with what she would perceive as power.

Really, she just loved costumes.

"Bleedin' perfect flyin' weather!" she cried out to, well, no one in particular, it just felt like the appropriate thing to say. Well, not so much appropriate as the sky above them had the look of splitting open with hellfire and fury, but anyway. It was just the right thing to say, especially when one was about to fly, and especially when it was most inappropriate

[esme_hinde]

Esme's eyes goggled as the strangely-clad girl saluted her and then strolled on past in the direction of the grounds. Granted, this was Fi and that fact allowed for a bit of madness, but still! The storm was getting worse with every glance she threw at it. Hurrying after her, Esme called out "Wait, are you really thinking of flying in this?"

She was feeling a little shamed. If Fi seemd to be perfectly happy to go out in the storm then it made Esme look a bit of a wimp for backing out and Esme certainly wasn't having that! It made her look scared of thunderstorms or something equally silly and it was only because she didn't want to get cold, and... oh blast, she was going to have to go out and fly around in the wind and rain for hours now, wasn't she? Bleedin' perfect flyin' weather her arse!

Tripping over her broom in the process, Esme caught up with the younger Gryffindor.

[fifi_fo_fum]

Ohhhh, was she grinning. This was just the most stellar thing ever. Her stroll was mighty and powerful as she continued towards the pitch, ignoring the voice crying out from behind her. Well, not ignoring, but pretending like she was. It took quite a bit of time before she finally stopped, swiveled about on her heels, and stood there, feet at shoulder's width apart.

"Flyin?" she replied, pausing to glance up at the sky for just a moment. "...are ye bleedin' outta yer mind, mate? It's lightnin', bleedin'... I'd bleedin' die up there!"

HAR.

She would have slapped her knee at that one, if not for the fact that the Red Baron never slapped his knee. At least not in public, that was.

She'd let that comment stew in Esme for a little while before recanting. "Aye, I'll be flyin' about in this weather! Not 'fraid o' a wee lil thunder n' whatnots!" she finally replied, grinning as she surveyed the weather above them once more. Oh, this was going to be bloody terrific. ERIK WOULD BE SO PROUD!!

[esme_hinde]

Esme was a little miffed when Fi appeared to ignore her but shook it off when she eventually turned and answered her. Well, yes, frankly, Esme did kind of think that she was out of her mind, and was only just polite enough not to say so. I mean, hell, it was thundering and lightening like anything out there!

Wondering idly at hom Fi always appeared so unconcerned and cheerful, Esme pondered whether or not she should go and fly with her or not. It was a matter of pride vs cold and wet, and - as usual - pride won out. Hoping that Fi wouldn't have noticed that she had been dawdling around in the hall to avoid going outside, she shouldered her broom with apparent enthusiasm. "Why, I was just about to go and fly myself!" She said with as much honesty and cheer that she could muster. "Let's go together!"