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"we're the new face of failure,
prettier and younger, but not any better off."

Rory's feet were swinging on either side of his broomstick - much like a toddler, he'd say. They were barley touching the grass below him, the only thing moving the blades was the light breeze. Really, it was quite a nice day outside. Which, is probably why he found himself out here, instead of cooped up indoors. Gods, that would be awful. The castle was glorious and beautiful and historical, but it also cold and there was so much stone. It wasn't particularly warm. Rory enjoyed warm, quite a lot. He loved for places to feel like home - warm, cozy, comforting. But, Hogwarts in all it's glory, never felt like home. Not all of it.

The quidditch pitch, however, in some ridiculous cliche, always gave him the back-in-Scotland feeling. He loved it out here. With a quiet huff, he gripped his broomstick and pushed himself up, so he was squatting and balancing on it. This was one of his favorite things to do - trying to do some sort of balancing act on a broomstick, whilst hovering. The possibility of falling or flying or who knows what? Perhaps a gust of wind would mistake his arms for wings and sweep him up. He set his feet up, in just the right position, like all the times he'd done this before and slowly stood. Rory's arms were stuck out, standing like a 'T' on a wobbly, worn and old stick. 

He pursed his lips, scrunching his thick eyebrows together, and in his best Mum impression said, "You'll fall off that broom one day, Rory Benedict. You'll fall off and right on your face."

And, sure enough - by some strange twist of fate, perhaps, for mocking his mother - Rory Wood came tumbling down with an impressive THUD. Not on his face, though. Thank goodness. Rather on his side, which was now aching and being clutched by his thin fingers, "Mother of...Oh. That hurts, that hurts, that hurts." He rolled over onto his stomach, almost just staying there, before he pushed himself to a kneeling position and rubbed at his side. Rory tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up a bit to examine the damage, "Oh, that'll leave a mark."



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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

Finals were approaching ridiculously fast. It seemed like everywhere Finn sought refuge was jam packed with students desperately trying to cram in as much information as possible. A room full of loud students was a less than ideal situation for the fifth year, any attempt to try to get some  studying done would be nullified by the distractions thus causing her anxiety levels to peak.

Thankfully, it was a beautiful day and Finn didn’t think twice about taking her books outside. She spent a few minutes looking around for a good place to burrow in when an idea struck her: the Quidditch pitch! Although she had a pretty decent fear of flying, Finn had no issue being in the stands. When Jasper would practice outside at home, often Finn would grab a book and her cat and find a good spot to sit. It seemed to be as agreeable of a situation as they could find, Jasper could show off from time to time and Finn would have a good distraction when she could no longer tolerate the book. Surely the stands would be just about empty, and the field was so big that it wasn’t likely that anyone would notice her.

She had found a nook in the corner of the stadium seating had been diligently working on a charms assignment when she saw it out of the corner of her eye. The falling figure caught the corner of her eye, and then, a loud and prominent thudding sound. Finn had been aware that there was at least one person practicing, however she just now absorbed a bit more of the picture. She didn’t get a chance to see exactly how far he had fallen, but the thud had sure gotten her attention. She hastily put aside her book, grabbed her wand and stood up. The boy who had fallen hadn’t moved yet…and that wasn’t a good sign. Thankfully, she wasn’t situated too far from the field. She moved quickly and quietly through the stadium and onto the field, but her thoughts were racing.

Oh my god please doesn’t be dead. Finn thought, trying to reassure herself that it couldn’t have been that far of a fall. She knew some simple charms to fix broken noses and broken arms she’d tested on her brother a few times, but she doubted it would be something that simple to fix and she was significantly stronger in Herbology. Her pace went from a brisk walk to a run as she made her way across the green, relieved to see that the boy was on his knees, and not actually dead. She vaguely recognized the face as someone from her own house, in Jasper’s year. He was really close to Molly if she wasn't thinking of the wrong person.

“That was a rough fall…you okay?” Finn called anxiously,only a few feet away from him. He didn’t seem okay, but he was alive and not paralyzed, so that was a start. As she closed in the final few feet, she

recognized him from the Quidditch team.

Wood. She desperately tried to remember the rest. Oliver? No, that’s his  dads name…the famous Quidditch player. She tried to remember in the back of her head to remember his name but she was drawing a blank. She mentally kicked herself, he hung out with...Rose was it? a lot and she couldn't even properly recall his name.

“How bad off are you?” Finn knelt next to him in the grass, which would surely leave green spots on her knees, but she wasn’t too concerned about that. He was clutching his side and she tried to peak to see if there wasblood or not. This was precisely the reason why she was a nervous wreck on a broom, the fear of falling and injury.

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musn't get our feet wet, 'cause
that leads to regret, diving in too soon.

He was prepped to stand, completely, on the count of three. All counted up and geared up, in his head. One hand was still holding his side - because, as tough as Rory liked to act, he was a complete wuss. A wuss with an insanely low tolerance for pain. Today being a fine example of that. His hand was ready to push his body up, with whatever force the left side of his body still had, but then he heard her voice. And, for as concerned as she seemed, she had really awful timing. Rory shot up, straight as a pin, and groaned maybe a bit too loud at the sudden, very sharp pain. Gods, he was hopeless. Giraffe down. He glanced over at her, raising his hand to hold her off if she was even thinking about helping - he didn't know if she was, but he had to gain some composure and assert his manliness, right. As Rory stood, he shook his head and tried to scoff. Another bad idea, as breathing put pressure on his ribs and his ribs were currently screaming 'NO PRESSURE, YOU ARSE.'

Finally, after a scene he'd wished he didn't make, Rory stood. Odd change of view, looking down on the redhead instead of up - funny, did he know her? Gryffindor robes, he noted. It's possible. He gave her his best, 'I'm a cool guy, that fall was nothing. You should see what I the other guy - you know, the grass - looks like.' smile, "I, uh, not too bad, love. I think I'll pull through." He nodded, "Speedy recovery and all that."

He did some sort of obnoxious bow, swiping his hat off the ground and swinging it around, "Your concern is greatly appreciated, however. The damsel in distress shall live another day."

Rory pulled his shirt back down and brushed off his hands, on his jeans. And, for the first time, he wondered where this girl had come from. He glanced around the pitch, around the stands, and then back to her. Supergirl, the Redhead Wonder, who swooped seemingly out of nowhere. His left arm stretched a bit too much, pulling the tense, definitely bruising muscles. Rory thought he played it off nicely, the pain, at least that time. He gave his curls a scratch and scrunched up his nose; thinking face, "If ya don't mind me askin', where...exactly did you come from?"

And what was her name? You're suppose to ask her name, Rory. He cracked a grin; a wide, toothy grin and asked, "And, might the damsel know the name of his rescuer?"

His foot was tapping against the grass, his mind was thinking about where his broom had zoomed off to, but he was mostly focused on her answers. Because, she seemed delightful enough, and she wasn't laughing - not immediately, not yet - when he'd fallen. So, that was probably a good sign, as far as judging her character went, yeah?

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She bit her lip as he groaned in pain, slightly flinching empathetically, but he didn’t seem to want help. Finn contemplated helping him up anyway, but didn’t want to push it. She stood up as well, brushing her skirt off as the adrenaline of the moment started to wear off and she wondered if she had overreacted, cheeks flushing a light red for a few seconds. He definitely
didn’t look a hundred percent, but that was probably expected given the
circumstances. 

He gave her a goofy smile and Finn fought back an urge to let out a small laugh out, biting her lip again instead. “Right, I’ve seen some pretty bad wipeouts… you should probably still go to the infirmary.” She paused, trying to make sure not to seem like she was doubting him. “Just to be sure. Wouldn’t want any broken bones to set wrong, right?” She offered a small smile, hoping the boy would think it to be an okay idea. She couldn't accurately get an idea of how badly he was injured, but if he was standing perhaps it wasn't too bad.

A little giggle escaped her as he bowed, relieved that, as he said, he was in fact not dead. She liked his theatricality; it made him an interesting character to talk to. She saw a slight wave of pain flicker over him for a brief second and her eyes redirected to his arm. She was about to insist on helping him to the infirmary when he asked her his question. “Oh…I was just doing some schoolwork. Over there,” she gestured towards the stands from the direction she came, her bag and books barely visible. “Too crowded everywhere else for me. I’m not really, uh, a 'large crowd' or ‘people person.’” She smiled
sheepishly. “I watch my brother play a lot…so that’s how I got the idea.” Finn felt like she was rambling on, so she ended it there. She wasn't as shy when it was just one other person but in crowds she shrunk back.

She blushed again as he referred to her as his ‘rescuer,’ glancing down at her wand that she had been fiddling with subconsciously. “Finn Longbottom” She reached out a small hand to shake, waiting for his response.
“Although I more or less have been standing here, so I don’t know how much I’veactually helped.”

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"a sight for sore eyes to the
blind would be awful majestic."

"Finn Longbottom." He nodded, picking blades of grass off his shirt and clearing his throat. He looked at her and crossed his arms. That seemed impolite, wait. He shook his head, offered her his hand to shake and said, "I'm Rory Wood."

The mention of the infirmary was probably not a bad idea, but Rory was enjoying the day. And, now, he had someone to enjoy it with, right? Finn was cute, and a charming smile definitely helped that. The red in her cheeks matched that of her hair, and it was something Rory appreciated. So, he crossed his arms again and played off pain - really, Rory, just let it go. - as a light laugh, "The infirmary might be a bit extreme. I've fallen off my broom loads of times."

That was a bold-faced lie. Rory was on a broom before he could walk, if he ever fell off he had no recollection of it. One hand, firmly on the broomstick, at all times. Some beaters would swing with both hands - you know, Rory always thought as smugly as could be, the ones who can't handle just one-arming it - but he had never even considered it. That mess of limbs falling from any greater height probably would have lightened the mood, in a quidditch match, however. Wait a minute. She said she watched her brother play? Finn Longbottom watched her brother play quidditch, here. Rory racked his memory for players named Longbottom - no no no no, Jaspar Longbottom. Hufflepuff Captain. Spiffing.

Rory's head looked from where it wandered - somewhere over by the announcer's spot - and snapped straight to Finn. He wasn't one for dramatics, really. But, he was one for a bit of fun. So, entirely in jest - well, slightly - Rory widened his eyes and whispered, "No. Please," He clasped his hands, "I am begging you to tell me I haven't been chatting up Jaspar Longbottom's sister."

Fellow beater, so Rory had to appreciate his arm. But, this little exchange - the mild flirting on his part, because he couldn't read her mind and was awful with signals and social cues - was enjoyable. Not that it was coming to an end. But, if Jaspar heard that his sister had seen Rory Wood topple off his broom on the pitch, the only thing Rory knew was he'd never hear the end of it. He shook his head, just a little, and smiled a bit. He was watching Finn out of the corner of his eye, hoping she was catching onto the joke, "I can't believe I've been convorting with enemy.

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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

Surely the infirmary was a good idea, but Finn could see that this was not an immediate priority for Rory. He could have a concussion though…it would be pretty irresponsible of me to leave him out here alone. She thought, resolving to stay with him for a bit to make sure he really was okay. Besides, Rory seemed like pretty good company and she could finish her studies later when the common room started to clear out. The idea sounded appealing, curling up with her cat and a blanket…but that was for later. She had spent tons of time already getting ready for exams; she could afford to take a break now.

“A Wood? Fall off his broom? Not anytime I’ve seen you fly in matches.” Finn always kept an eye on the beaters because of Jasper and she’d seen Rory fly at matches. It was a type of grace and ease that she for sure didn’t feel in the air, particularly not with bludgers flying at her. She’d tried it a couple of times, all, inevitably, ended in anxiety attacks. Needless to say, flying was not something she enjoyed. I really hope he doesn't think thats creepy or that I watch him during matches or...Finn was over thinking again, praying she hadn't made it awkward.

Finn saw the recognition set in on Rory’s face and then suddenly he was turning up the theatrics.  She giggled, watching him plead. “Please, I can barely stay on a broom. No chance I’d sentence you to Jasper’s humiliation for something I can’t even do.” She joked. She could figure out a joke well enough, but…was this flirting? Was she doing it right? Surely he wasn't flirting with her. She wasn't like Molly, confident and attractive. No boy would give her that sort of attention. <o:p></o:p>

“The enemy?” Finn laughed. “I am a Gryffindor, am I not? Last time I checked, it we were on the same side!” Finn wasn’t quite sure if this was flirting or not, so was largely following Rory’s lead. If she could just make sure to match him then she would probably be safe. He was really cute, between his accent and his curls…Finn’s cheeks turned red again trying to stay calm. She couldn’t find a way to play it off, so she decided to try her hand at changing the topic slightly.

“So, how exactly did you fall off of your broom?” Broom. Where was his broom? Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen which way it went. Surely he would be worried about it, odds are it was a fairly nice model given what career his dad was in. “Er…speaking of your broom…do you think its okay?”

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"bow could this been done

by such a smiling sweetheart."

"I'm trainin' for the circus." He squinted his eyes, when the sun decided to slip out from behind some clouds, "Rory Wood, trapeze extrodinaire. You just witnessed a behind the magic, training exlusive."

He wagged his finger, pulling another face. Was that really all he was good for, ridiculous faces? Goodness, maybe the circus was a bad idea, maybe Rory should take up comedy. He was a joke. Honestly, he'd never been particularly good at talking to ladies, not really. There were some blokes who just excelled, but Rory was near hopeless. Always one sentence away from resorting to a knock knock joke. But, he thought, maybe, he was handling himself pretty well. Maybe it was the fact that his mind was on the pulsing heat in his side, "Ah, so you're just a Hufflepuff sympathizer. That's almost worse, Miss Longbottom. I mean, c'mon Finn. Show some house pride." He'd thought about, if during games he'd seen her in the stands. Well, either way, he was certianly going to look now. Especially in games against Hufflepuff, "I'm going to have to keep my eye on you, make sure you're cheering for the right players."

Really, Rory had no room to talk, his little sister was in Hufflepuff. But, a little teasing never really hurt, right. Perhaps it was time to drop it. He took a moment to mock himself, Drop it like you dropped off your broom, right out of the sky. His broom, right. He was looking for that wasn't he. Thank you, Finn, for reminding him. Gods, if it was ruined, he'd be in much the same state. Rory was glancing around the stadium once more; left and right, he spun in a slow circle. Nothing. Then, Rory's head titled up. Brooms fly, kid, of course it's still in the sky. Maybe just a few feet higher. He chuckled and pointed above him for Finn to see, "I think it's just fine."

Rory brought his fingers to his lips and whislted. Quickly after, the broom swooped down and came to a vertical stop, in his hand. Bless that charm. It made him look one-hundred percet more interesting and skilled than he actually was. Though, sisters told him it made him look like an idiot. No matter. He took in a deep breath, winced, briefly considered actually going to the hospital wing, then shook his head. Be cooped up inside, or maybe suffer from a little internal bleeding for a while longer, solely to stay and chat with Finn. For some reason, the second option sounded better, "So, studying, eh? I guess you're not one for parties, are you? What, with the whole not liking large groups, thing." Rory looked at Finn. Gods, her cheeks were red again. He decided that was adorable and he liked it, yes, very much, "What are you studying, perhaps I could help, eh?"

Well, it was worth a shot.



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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

Finn laughed quietly at his plans to join the circus, digging her foot slightly into the ground as they talked. It was a really beautiful day, especially adding in the scenery of the castle in the background. Finn was sure she’d need a bit of time later to decompress from everything, but right now there was no where she would have rather been. She was rather enjoying his company, especially the faces and the sarcasm. He intimidated her slightly, as most guys (and even a few girls) did, but he seemed to tolerate her slight awkwardness which was her own luck of the day. Well, that and not having to report a dead body on the Quidditch pitch.

“You caught me,” she half-shrugged jokingly. “I’m a Hufflepuff sympathizer! Well, sometimes. If they think they can beat us at thehouse cup though, they are sadly mistaken.” Finn had always thought she would be the one to end up in Hufflepuff, with her anxiety she had never truly considered herself ‘brave.’ Somehow, for some reason unknown to her yet, the sorting hat had decided otherwise. She rolled her eyes about his comment for cheering for the ‘right players’ and gave a small laugh, willing herself not to blush as he mentioned he’d keep an eye on her. Get it together Finn, it was a figure of speech. Do. Not. Blush. She thought, desperately trying to justify the flirtatious comment. 

Finn glanced around in attempts to help Rory find the broom,but saw nothing until he pointed above him. “You think you would’ve taken some liquid luck this morning, you survived a nasty fall and your brooms unscathed. Unbelievable.”She shook her head with a small smile, watching the broom glide into its owner’s hand. “Interesting summoning charm…it’s…. quirky.” She said quietly,almost as if it was to herself more than Rory. In truth, he was the quirky one, something that made her more interested and slightly more intimidated by the older boy. She had felt herself start to socially retreat a bit when she saw the flinch of pain run through his body, activating her adrenaline again.

She raised an eyebrow as he flinched. “Charms, but I think you really should go to the hospital wing, or at the very least sit down for a few minutes and let me conjure some ice.” She paused for a second before adding“I can help you get back to the stands if you’d like.” She was pretty sure she had some muggle painkillers in her bag as well, right next to the very small bottle of draught of peace that she had carefully perfected and kept by her incase of emergency. The painkillers were a trick that she picked up on at the primary school that her parents had sent her to as a child. They weren’t as effective or as quick as a potion, but they were easier to store a few for minor situations and didn’t expire. “I wouldn’t object to some fun though, if you know of anything good to do that’s not,” Finn pointed upwards “up there.” 

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"i said hey, it's alright. 

does it make you feel alive?"

"Yeah-hah!" Rory's fist, involuntarily, did some awful air punch? Goodness, what was that. She was completely right, and he was glad she said it. Hufflepuff didn't stand a chance against them, if he did say so himself. He was passing his broom, from hand to hand, observing her as she talked. Which, in retrospect, sounded creepy. But, Rory liked the way she moved. Still creepy. He sighed, quietly, settling on keeping his broom in his right hand and leaning his weight into it. Finn mentioned liquid luck, and Rory laughed an easy laugh, "You've caught me, I'm afraid. Yeah, I frequent F.F.A. Felix Felicis Anonymous, it's a mess really. I'm a monster."

When Finn mentioned Charms, the subject she was studying, he clapped his hands. Rory clapped his hands, opened his mouth in an obnoxious grin and widened his eyes. By all definitions, he had to look crazy, arms spread wide - like when he was on his broom. But, come on, "I am brilliant at Charms. Forget the hospital wing. Conjure me up some ice and let's get you charmed."

That did not sound how he wanted it to, "I meant...I only meant. Study." He scratched the back of his neck. There he is. There's awkward, gangly Giraffe boy again. What was he even doing? He shook his head, "We're going to study. Come on, hop on my broom."

But Finn was shooting that down before Rory could even suggest it. Up for some fun, eh?

"Well, scrap the studying. Fun it is!" But, no flying. Now, where was the fun in that. No matter, it would only take some convincing, on his part, right? He sighed and whined a bit, "Come on, we've got to gather your things, if we're going to have fun. And, the fastest way is by air, is it not?" He pointed towards the stands, swallowed and shook his head, "Too many stairs and it's a right pain the arse to climb them. What's so scary about the sky, love? I promise, I'll hold on tight and keep you perfectly safe."

For extra measure, he winked and tossed him broom into the air. He watched as it flattened, horizontal in front of him and motioned for Finn to get on, if she dared. He might not have had a perfect record - not anymore, and she'd been there to witness it - of staying on the broom. But, he wouldn't put someone else's life in danger. Rory did a little jig, twisting his hips, "Come along, Finn Longbottom. A quick zip, straight shot to the stands, then you're done."




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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

She liked the way he lit up when talking about charms,perhaps he could help her study sometime else. She was already out of her typical comfort zone, Finn figured a bit of fun would be a good change of pace. Despite her desperate attempts not to, she had turned a healthy shade of red once again at Rory’s charmed comment. It was all going so well, until he mentioned that one subject that she had specifically told him to exclude.

Fly to get her stuff? Finn knew Rory was a bit eccentric, but she didn’t know he’d lost all common sense. “I don’t know about that, the last time I flew…” Finn felt her knees start to shake and and her world turned black around the edges. Then, her own voice came back to haunt her. I am a Gryffindor, am I not? As much as she hated to admit it, perhaps this small adventure would be good for her. Maybe, being a Gryffindor was about facing her fears and anxiety head on, despite knowing the consequences. Just to the other side of the stadium, Finn. Close your eyes and it’ll be over before you know it. The idea of hopping on a broom with an almost stranger (a charming, cute one with a Scottish accent at that) was almost too much to swallow for the girl. Almost.

She looked at him hesitantly. Rory had a point. As much asflying would suck for her, walking would surely suck for him. She didn’t wantto come off as selfish, or a baby. Not in front of him. Finn had been there before, it had only taken a few collisions and falls for Finn to realize that flying was not for her. She swallowed. “O-okay, terms: not too fast, no fancy tricks, straight shot to the stands?” She approached the broom gingerly, trying not to show just how afraid she was. Her hands shook, but she had decided that this was something she would do, if anything, to prove that the sorting hat had not made a mistake.

“Let’s do this before I wimp out, because you certainly won’t be able to convince me twice.” She hesitantly put a hand on the broom before slowly getting on it. She took a few deep breaths, constantly reminding herself of why she was doing this in the first place. 

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There was that blush again. Why did she do that? Was he making her nervous? Rory was about to feel an extreme amount of guilt, for encouraging her to get on the broom, but then she agreed. And, while she looked hesitant climbing on, he wasn't going to complain. You just met this girl, Rory. You just met her and she's climbing on your broom. Only two other people, besides Rory, had used this broom. His dad - and his Dad was a professional, come on - and his best mate. But, with a cheeky grin, Rory hopped on behind Finn and wrapped one of his hands around hers, "You sure you're ready?

Do it before she wimps out, Finn said. Alright, he could do that. Rory kicked off the ground and hovered a bit, before going as quickly - but not too fast, per Miss Longbottom's request. If she was as terrified as she seemed, he wanted to make sure the ride was brief. He was watching her, though, again. How her hair was blowing back and how her eyes were closed. She had freckles. Well, that was adorable. Rory eyes were trained on her, which was probably not safe considering he was flying above the pitch and towards the stands.

He'd never tell Finn, but he almost missed their destination and hit the top of the stands, instead. That would've been just wonderful. Kill the girl right after you meet her. Flawless plan, mate.

He landed, but didn't move from behind her. Rory just leaned forward and asked, "Wasn't so bad, was it?" Then he grinned again, "I could show you the world, on this thing. Go around the whole thing and be back in time for lunch."

Rory climbed off then and offered his hand to her.

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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

I’m on a broom right now. I’m on a broom, with a cute guy that I just met, and in a few seconds we’re going to be in the air. Bloody hell…
Finn fought to keep her breathing steady as Rory kicked off the ground. Her chest tightened as her breathing got a bit shallower as she let out a small squeeking noise. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to think of anything but the fact that she could no longer feel the solid ground under her feet. The second she stopped thinking about that, however, she became overly aware of how close they were at this moment. Nope, don’t think about that either. There’s a time and a place to freak out and this is not it. She had to admit, if she could forget that they weren’t on the ground, the wind in her hair and the sun on her face felt nice, as did his hand on hers.

She realized they had come to a stop when Rory leaned closer to her. She peaked one eye open just to be sure, before she released the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “One of the more enjoyable times I’ve been on a broom, I’ll admit.” Finn joked weakly, swinging her foot around and allowing Rory to help her off the broom. Upon impact with the ground, Finn’s legs gave out ever so slightly, lurching her forward. Yet another side effect of her nerves.

“I guess I’m still a little shaky.” She admitted sheepishly, trying to get her feet settled under her. “Top notch flying though, thanks for not killing me or anything.” A few seconds went by as her nerves started to fix themselves slowly, filling the space with a sense of pride and a slight bit of adrenaline. “Bloody hell though, I did it! Well, you did it, but…” She closed her eyes and laughed a little, running her hands through her hair. She wasn’t getting ready to sign up for the Quidditch team or anything, but it was a baby step in a good direction.

“I think that was the first time I’ve ever willingly gotten off of a broom and not been like, knocked off or lost control and forced off.” She had a huge smile on her face now. She had done it, and she was okay.

we're going down down in an earlier round ,

and sugar we're going down swingin.
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"love makes you laugh, love makes you cry.
the oldest game in history repeated."

Rory took a moment to appreciate the feeling of her hand in his, as she was dismounting his broom, and then dropped his to his side. That was, until, she started to wobble. His hands then did this extraordinary dance around her sides, unsure if he should touch her, or catch her or what. Gods, he was hopeless. He was making a bigger deal out of it than she was. Calm yourself, Rory. When Finn had steadied herself, he smiled at her. She seemed to be shocked? Still nervous? About having flown, but he was certainly glad he was able to be there for, what'd she said, 'One of the more enjoyable times she'd been on a broom.' That was it. He gave her a nod, "Thank you for flying Air Wood. We know you have many options, when choosing a quick broom ride, and we're glad you've chosen us." Air Wood sounded suggestive. He'd be cursing his last name for days, after that one, "You made it in one piece. I promise, you'll be alright. Why don't you have a seat?"

Then, Finn seemed to light up. He watched as she laughed and joined in, for a moment. She looked so proud, it made Rory feel some sort of secondhand pride, that he liked. Odd that she'd thought he might drop her, or that she wouldn't be safe. But, he was still happy for her. Rory took a seat on the bleachers, which was a relief on his straining side. That ice was starting to sound wonderful, right about then. But, he wasn't about to rain on her parade with his needs. So, instead, he snapped his fingers and drummed on his knees, "What say you we play a game?"

He tapped the seat next to him, "Come, come. You said we were going to have fun." He reached for her hand again, because he wanted an excuse to hold it. Was that so odd. Plenty of people would just snog each other, without even talking. Not that Rory wanted to snog Finn. Not now, at least. But, he was loving this company, so far. She was charming and had a warm smile, an even better laugh. It wasn't out of character for Rory to crush on the first girl who offered him that, either. So, he sat there, with a childlike grin on his face and his expectant hand. "It'll be fun. It involves shouting and laughing."

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i've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match,

oh what a catch.

“Thank you for flying Air Wood. We know you have many options, when choosing a quick broom ride, and we’re glad you’ve chosen us.”
Finn giggled uncontrollably, she seemed to be doing a lot of that today. She liked Rory’s jokes; she never felt the need to fill in a gap in the conversation thanks to them. Thankfully for him, she seemed to miss the unintended double entendre completely due to her realization that she was, in fact, okay and still alive and not maimed in any way.

“A game?” Finn tilted her head slightly, taking a seat next to him. “What sort of game?” He saw his hand move and instantly wondered what she was supposed to do. Was he reaching for her hand? What if he wasn’t and she grabbed it? Surely, that would be very awkward and any chance she had at appearing to not be a weirdo would surely be blown. She moved her hand towards his, in hopes he would take the opportunity to grab it, if not, she mentally prepared for a backup plan to play it off like she was reaching for her bag on the other side of Rory.

Holding hands seemed trivial to most people, but this was a big step for Finn. She wasn’t sure what this meant, later on when she was alone she’d dig out her secret stash of muggle magazines and find an article about this, but for now, she would follow his lead. At the last second, she decided to go for it and held his hand, trying to appear very nonchalant, hoping she’d picked the right option. Friends held each others hands…right? Finn thought uncertainly. Maybe he’s just one of those people who likes to be touchy with his friends. It wasn’t the most unusual thing, some people loved to hug their friends, and she thought she remembered seeing Jasper and Molly hold hands a few times, but who knew what was really going on in that friendship.
His grin suggested that maybe she had picked the right choice.

“I’ll give it my best.” She smiled. “Although, I have to say, I’m not good at being very loud, unless y’know, Jasper’s being a git or something.” Finn looked at Rory expectantly. “So how do we play?” She took a second to take him his features and the way he moved. Surely, some girls might find him a bit awkward, but Finn was not one of them. It was cute to her, anything too smoldering-with-sex-appeal would terrify her right out of her shoes. He was certainly, however, attractive enough to make her more than a little nervous normally. Right now, she was still, figuratively, flying high from her small success, and later she would look back on this aspect relieved.

we're going down down in an earlier round,

and sugar we're going down swingin.

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"do you have a minute? what is on your mind?
i was just thinking we could spend some time."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do just fine." Rory's mind was focused, mostly, on willing his hand not to sweat. After she took it, he looked from their hands, to her and back again with a small smile at least three times. He nudged her with his elbow, "Remember, you just conquered the broom."

He looked across the pitch, after that. They were high up in one of the stands, of course, looking down on the green grass still leaning under the pressure of the wind. The sky was blue, the sun was out and it was a perfect day for this to happen; for Rory to meet someone like Finn. She laughed at his jokes, she smiled when he did, and she made him feel comfortable. Strange, how it happened so shortly. He couldn't remember anything happening like that, before. Not in his seven years at this school, not in his seventeen years of living. He'd never been this relaxed and casual around someone new. He was normally off the walls, loud and shouting - which, he guessed he was going to do anyway, with the game. At this point, in an acquaintance-ship, he was Rory Wood: Clown. But, with a glance over at Finn, he grinned to himself. Something he found himself doing a lot of. Because it was nice to not be putting up that front.

It was nice to be calm, he supposed.

Rory turned to Finn, "Alright. So, the game goes as such, m'lady. I shout something - anything, it can be just...obscene and ridiculous. In fact, the more ridiculous, the better. Then, you have to repeat it without laughing." He watched her carefully, making sure she was following. He wouldn't blame her if she couldn't, he was horrible at explaining things, "So, say I shout out..." Then, Rory tilted his head back and said, "PICKLED TROLL FEET!"

He took only a moment to keep his composure - it wasn't funny, but shouting odd things was. He didn't want to lose, though. The point of the game was to feel ridiculous without laughing, right? He motioned towards Finn, with his free hand, "You're up, Longbottom."



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