[Q.Pitch] The Versicolor Duet

[Ollie La'Roque]

As another Zephyr of air hit him arduously in the face, Ollie teetered on his broom from the sheer force of the strong winds that had now changed the entire play of the practice for the Gryffindors. Pushing his broom lower, he forced himself down underneath the wave of the breeze before stopping suddenly and suspending himself in the air, stood on his broom to get a better view of the entire pitch. Bringing a hand to his forehead to block out the sun rays that now threatened to blind him, he saw a small black dot gradually expanding in size and soon it was recognisable to Ollie that it was a Bludger. Ducking, he managed to miss getting hit by just a few inches before one of the Beaters beat it back to the opposite side of the pitch.

“Nice hit mate, nice hit!” he said, thoroughly pleased with how well their practices were going. Of course Ollie would be bias when it came to the gryffindors, being an ex one himself he would always find more time to help them out, but not so it was obvious. He pushed them harder, wanting them to succeed, and they had a great team this year, a few notable star players especially.

Proceeding higher once again, far above the pitch to view down on the players, his eyes drifted off towards that stands in which he saw minimal movement. Flicking his eyes from Gryffindor to see a few die hard supporters cheering the team on, he chuckled to himself before his eyes wandered to the slytherin stands. Scoffing at himself, he wasn’t at all surprised to not see any slytherins there at all. They had practice next but they all lacked the drive to actually succeed and learn in Quidditch, they thought they knew it all already, in which Ollie liked to actually tell them they knew jack all about the game.

As his eyes were about to roll over to the Ravenclaw stand, movement in the Hufflepuff one caught his attention. A singular girl, from what it looked like from way up in the clouds. Pulling out his small pair of brown binoculars for game spectating, he zoomed in and saw it was infact what he had thought it had been. He had never seen her at the stands before, and Ollie being himself, always like to see what people were doing and what they thought of his babies so to speak on how they were doing with their practice.

Making sure the way was clear he steered downwards and towards the hufflepuff banners swaying in the breeze. Hovering slightly near the girl, he gave her his best cheesy grin as he hovered without hands on his broom.
“So, you not a fan of quidditch then?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest of his orange sports top.

[Mae McCardle]

The common room was too full for her liking, everyone was all bustling and busy, or hyperactive and loud. Seriously, if Mae didn’t know any better, she could swear the Hufflepuff’s were having a party. Which was no surprise really, their Head of House had been made Headmaster, and Girty was now their head of house. It was a cause for celebration indeed, but Mae didn’t feel like joining in the fray, no matter how much Gray tried to tempt her into it. Confessing she was hungry, she laid down her quill and went upstairs to rehide her diary. Diary. A one way ticket to Mae’s deepest secrets, everything she did, everything she said, everything she felt was recorded in it, and she didn’t doubt for a moment that the poor soul who read it would have nightmares.

Sometimes, it gave her nightmares.

Brushing a single strand of hair from her face as she left the common room, well, fought her way out due to Gray clinging onto her leg, Mae found herself to be rather warm. Her blue eyes seemed to lack the fire she usually had within them, and instead they looked shallow and rather bored. Honestly, nothing interesting had really happened this week, a week full of boredom, how much more fun could you want?

Walking down the stairs, her hand lazily grazing over the banister as she sighed, how can a place of magic be so dull? Walking through to the Great Hall, she took one look inside and decided against it. Though she longed for some form of entertainment, being scrap meat for a bunch of ravenous Slytherins was not was she had on her agenda. Turning around, she walked outside instead, the sun had set and it was now pretty late. The night sky was a darkened blue, lit by the lanterns outside. The cold breeze ruffled her hair as she breathed in the scent of fresh grass and night air. Mae loved this time of night, it was certainly the best, so fresh and relaxing. This was half the reason the young girl wished to move away from the city of Newquay and live in the country somewhere, so she could be this relaxed at home when night fell. Rather than have a million and one drunks trying to get her to go back to their hotel rooms. Eugh.

Without a heading, or really knowing where you’re going usually lead you into trouble. Though when Mae stopped and looked around, she realised she was at the Quidditch Pitch. Strange really, as she had never rode a broom in her life and didn’t intend on starting. Well, she was here now. Might as well see what was going on, so with a sigh, she climbed the stands and into the Hufflepuff seating area, where she lazily, and half boredlike watched the Gryffindors train. Leaning on the barrier, she glanced down and instantly wished she hadn’t, Mae was not the best with heights, and this was surely high. Placing a hand to her head, she closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths and counted to ten. When she opened her eyes again however, she almost died of fright. Infront of her, hovering, was Ollie. Didn’t he know it was bad to creep up on people? Or did he like scaring Mae?

“Not really, cant say its my favourite thing to do.” Though taking a look around she smiled, “But some of the players make it worthwhile to come down here and watch.”

[Ollie La'Roque]

At the sight of Mae looking awfully sick, like she was about to show Ollie exactly what she had for dinner, he scrunched his face up as he smiled, unsure of whether she just felt sick, or the extremely large drop was making her feel as nauseous as she looked. Ducking his head slightly to get a better look at her face, he rubbed the back of his head, feeling his growing long hair run stiffly through his fingers before letting his hand drop to the side and find its way back onto the broom for stability as another blast of air seemed to find his location yet again, causing him to drift a few inches from his placement.

As Mae lifted her head, Ollie greeted her features with a smile all off his own, one that was pleased to see a pretty and clean face instead of one that had dirt on or macho men with various amounts of stubble placed in random areas of their faces. Mae’s deep brown eyes twinkles slightly in the sunset as it began to fade from behind the slytherin stand, quite typical for something to die behind a slytherin, and as Ollie looked over to it as it slowly sunk he couldn’t help but find it quite ironic. Looking back over to the blonde Hufflepuff, he steadied himself again and pushed forward so he was nearer to the banner to be able to put his foot up on the edge of the stand too. Doing so, he rested his head in his hand as his elbow placed onto his knee.

“You know, people say if you’re afraid of something to face your fear. Don’t you reckon you should now? I’m here, there’s nothing to be scared of” he offered her a hand, knowing full well she wouldn’t take it, although sometimes the girl liked to surprise him in different ways by reacting the opposite of how he expected. She wasn’t a typical Hufflepuff this one, but she has a little sprinkle of rebellion in her that made her totally different to most of the other ‘puffs. Of course it helped that she was extremely beautiful to look at, but Ollie would always think of himself as a ladies’ man, and he couldn’t see himself settling down for a while yet.

[Mae McCardle]

Heights and Mae just didnt go well together, so what on earth possessed her to come up here she would never know. Her eyes squeezed shut, Mae tried to control her breathing and help the sick feeling in her stomach make its way to, well, go back to where it came from. Feeling slightly better, Mae allowed her eyes to open and give a faint, but weak smile, colour had drained from her face but other than that, she looked fine. Well, until a blast of wind sent their way, completley knocking Mae off balance and making her stumble, also making her hair dance around her face. Once it had stopped, her hair looked like she had several small bird nests resting in it and with a grumble which clearly stated she was not happy, she set about working her fingers through it to try to ease the nests out.

She grinned back at Ollie, who was covered in dirt and grime. Though no change there and it certainly suited his personality. As she saw the sunsetting behind the Slytherin stand, she watched it. You couldnt really see it properly from where she was, but Ollie seemed to have a good enough view of it. If he had told her his thoughts about it being ironic, she would have had to agree. Slytherins were posionous, and anything caught in there way tended to be cut down to size and destroyed. It was sad really, and somehow, Mae didnt think half of them were happy with their lives the way they were, but she wouldnt exactly volunteer to go and shed some light into their darkened lives.

"They also say people are stupid." Mae answered as she looked over at Ollie who now had his hand held out. Her stomach was tying itself in knots just thinking about getting on a broom, being so far up with nothing but a bit of wood between you and a deathly fall. Not exactly a comforter, she much preferred planes. "Really?" Mae asked, looking at him sceptically when he told her she had nothing to worry about, "I'd worry less being on a broom with Ricky than being on one with you." She smirked. One thing that could be said was, Mae loved the banter between herself and Ollie and she did trust him. She was just terrified of heights. "If I fall and die, im totally coming back to haunt you." She told him as she took his hand, lifted herself onto the barrier, quite wobbly but she managed it. Her head begun to spin again, though after taking a couple of well needed deep breaths, she eased herself onto the broom. Her heart racing in fear. Now she was on the broom, she wanted to get off it. "Right okay I got on it, I conquered my fear, can I get off it now?" She spoke rather fast, knowing full well Ollie was not going to let her off it just yet.