RP : How would you like to fly?

[anon_harry]

Date : May 11th 2003
Characters : Harry Potter & Finbar Quigley
Location : Pool of Promise.
Status : Private.
Summary : Two restless men with broomsticks.
Complete : Incomplete.

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[anon_finbar]

It had been little more than a month since he had come here. A few days shorter than that since he had met Cho, and nearly two weeks since he had seen her worst fear. Seeing her fear hadn’t scared him, if anything, it had made him more… determined, so at the moment, Finbar’s problem was: how to ease that fear, when his entire body was screaming for him to go out an do things, live things, see and experience. A whole month, in a town like Annwn. Briefly he wondered how he had done it, though he already knew. Cho. She had become a friend whom he enjoyed spending time with. But old habits were hard to live down, and the outside world had set in its draw of him at full force.

Just a couple of more things that had to fall into place, and he would be out of there.

Bam!

His Bat whacked the Bludger in the opposite direction, and immediately he forced his broom around to go after the second Iron Ball.

He had gone to the Field of Requirement, seeking to get out some of that pent up energy, hoping that Cho would be around. That hadn’t been

[anon_harry]

When he recognised the sound of a Beater's bat hitting a Bludger with full force, Harry tore his gaze away from the pool and looked up. Someone was having a private Beater practice, it seemed. Harry stood there for a few minutes, simply watching.

Bludgers were the only thing Harry dreaded in Quidditch games, but then again, not really. They were just part of the game, made the adrenaline rush a whole lot more interesting when they were trying to knock you off your broom while you were zooming the pitch trying to handle the Quaffle or search for the Snitch.

When the Beater paused for a moment above him, Harry thought he recognised his face from somewhere, but couldn't put a name to him. He figured he had probably seen him in one of the Quidditch magazines since he was several years older than Harry was. Mounting his broom, he kicked off the ground.

[anon_finbar]

It was with a grin that Finbar watched the younger man get on his broom and get airborne. The man hadn’t said anything, just looked slightly confused or maybe a little off, though he had had his broom with him, so it could only mean that he had been meaning to fly. Of course, he could just have been out walking his stick to impress birds, but nah… that didn’t seem right. He wouldn’t be walking out here if that was the case… or look as lost as he did.

Either way, he was in the air, and a Bludger was heading towards him, making Finbar turn his broom and speed in the direction of the man, whacking away the Bludger mere millimeters before it hit him, and for a moment, Finbar was baffled at what was going on.

With a quick charm he had the Bludgers slow down to a hover, before he went to the young man. “You alright there, mate?” he asked him. “Can find you a Quaffle or a Snitch if you’d like. A bat, p’raps?”

[anon_harry]

Harry had barely noticed the Bludger heading towards him and he even barely blinked when the man knocked it away not even an inch before it hit him. Harry supposed he was a little out of it. He didn't really know what he was doing out here, he should be home with Ginny. Shouldn't he?

"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry absentmindedly said, stealing another glance at his house which lay on the other side of town it seemed. Turning his attention back to the man, he shrugged. "I came to fly, not to play."

All Harry had wanted to do was fly around a little, get his head cleared. He wondered how he was going to pull that off with those Bludgers flying around as well. He was likely to go home bruised in several places. Not that Harry could care any less at this moment.