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Katie supposed not after all, when he skated ahead only to turn and continue to skate backwards, facing her. It took a little more than a beginning to be able to do that and not land flat on your back as a result.
Too many names and faces was more like it. Katie didn't know how the professors could keep track of everyone and remember their names, too. The Hufflepuff's nose wrinkled at the mention of breaking any bones. "I would have thought you'd be more likely to break a leg or something before your neck, ice skating and all.." Unless he was really going to fall head first into the solid ice? Then yeah.. no, all thoughts related were pushed from her mind. Anyway..
Slipping her hands into her pockets to keep them warm, Katie stayed in a careful rhythm, not really focused on being careful so much as it was a natural for her to be aware of how close or far she was from the other skater, in this case that being Patroclus. "You say a lot younger like you're old or something," She remarked, mostily out of curiosity than anything. She nodded ever so slightly, listening. "I learned to skate when I was around the age of two, and I haven't quit since. It's kind of my life now," Katie admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "Who taught you to skate? Or did you teach yourself?"
“Well let’s just agree that it’s good for everyone that no one broke anything,” the Lion Prefect, smiled at Katie. Broken bones were not cool, luckily Patroclus had never broken anything, cross fingers.
Listening to the Hufflepuff repeat what he had said, Patroclus had to agree,
“I see what you mean,” he nodded, before doing a lazy spin, in which he quickly completed a 36o degree turn, finishing where he had started,
“Well I wasn’t two,” he commented, extraordinarily impressed by the age at which the girl had learnt to skate,
“I would say 7 or so….yeah probably seven” It had been the time that Hudson’s had been in Alaska, studying the ancient magical practising of the Inuit peoples.
“It was my Mother who taught me,” he smiled, thinking of his mother, he couldn’t help but smile,
“She taught me to dance as well as skate; she thought they were very closely related.” Essentially the movement of skating was a continuing repetition of a Glissade,
“Who taught you?”
As they moved across the ice, the School loomed ever closer as they moved towards it. The boy couldn’t help but be awed by its magnificence,
“It’s a great place to live isn’t it?”