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[peterquince]

WHEN: 'Alive Without Breath, Cold As Death'; Wednesday, January 19th, 2009; 4:11 PM
WHERE: Quidditch Pitch
WHO: Petah and Daz!

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[dazzaredd]

Oh dear. He was running late. He hated terribly to leave someone waiting but this wasn't just about tardiness. He was leaving Peter waiting. Peter, who had a very short attention span. Peter, was likely to wander off after something or someone. Not that he couldn't take care of himself, but, well, he was Peter. He liked everyone and everything. Sometimes he forgot these sort of feelings didn't have to be reciprocated.

"Peeeeeete," he called, the moment he spotted the boy. Thank goodness he had listened and dressed accordingly. Darren felt a strong brotherly vibe for the boy, he supposed because he reminded him a lot of his sister. In a boyish way, of course.

"Wotcher lad, you ready to fly?" Darren threw a thermos on the ground for later and gave the boy a friendly pat on the back.

[peterquince]

Peter had only stayed in this place so long because of the prospect that Daz would be helping him with Quidditch. Otherwise he might have taken a little peak into the Forbidden Forest for fun! Which he needed to do at sometime...

"YEAH! Let's go slow poke," he beamed at the older boy and got on his broom. "What first? A warm up lap? Or what?"

This just made him way too excited, so excited that if he wasn't on the ground he would probably be bouncing and tugging Daz's arm, trying to figure out what they would be doing. He loved flying! And he was going to get better at it today!

And next year he would definitely make the Quidditch team! He HAD to! No doubt in his little mind about that.

[dazzaredd]

"We'll do a warm up lap and then how about a quick race around the field?" he asked, grinning. He was interested to see how well Peter could fly. The boy talked about Quidditch and flying often enough, so at the very least he had an honest love for it and that made Darren very happy.

He mounted his broom and kicked off the ground, soaring up and then swooping back down. "Okay Peter, show us what you've got. To the lake and back, I'll be right behind you. Have you got your wand on you?" Darren gave the ground an innocent once over and he moved his ankle and felt his wand rub against the inside of his calf muscle. Ever since the attacks he made sure he always had his wand on his self.

[peterquince]

Peter quickly kicked up into the air and almost had to balance himself a minute from all the excitement that was bubbling inside of him. FINALLY he got to fly with Daz! This was going to be BRILLIANT!

"Ok. To the lake, right," Peter said with a nod while looking towards the lake, concentrating very hard. "Wand? Yeah, duh!! It's in my coat Daz." He then started to fly towards the lake, a little shaky, but not too bad if he did say so himself. Till he stopped paying attention for a moment to congratulate himself. Then he tilted to the right and down a couple feet before he was able to pull himself back to a normal angle.

"WHOA THAT WAS AWESOME!" He yelled with delight, a bright smile plastered over his face. Even a few laughs burst out of him as he tried to concentrate harder as he made it to the lake. His turn was a little rocky and not exactly smooth, but he made it!

He shot Daz an excited smile, "How am I doing?!"