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Max observed Ellie's preparation. Was she... nervous? She shouldn't be, he thought. Ellie was a fine witch; of course she would be able to levitate him. He wasn't worried. But when she asked him if he was ready, he nodded and shut his eyes, still trying to appear calm. He slowly exhaled, as if the expulsion of air from his lungs would somehow make him lighter. He waited.
And then he felt himself separate from the ground.
Max's eyes shot open and he kept himself in his ball, but he tilted his head sideways as he peered down at the ground while he rose in the air. He suddenly felt anxious, almost sick, and worried if he tilted his body he would fall. The feeling quickly passed, however, and he felt his body relax. It was kind of... fun? He even dared to smile.
But, of course, the sickly feeling returned again when he heard a THUMP and saw Aspen... clinging to a Slytherin boy? Surely by accident. Max had once heard that there was an unspoken rule among Ravenclaw girls that Slytherin boys were a big no-no. And then, seemingly as soon as the fall had happened, Aspen had her wand pointed on the Head Boy. And then he realized... how could anyone concentrate with such a distraction...? "Elliedon'tdropme!"
Excellent. This was good. Look at Max. He was even and not flailing and he looked as calm as could be, from Ellie's point of view.
The seventh year was actually SO proud of herself. She'd never lifted a human being before. Plus, it felt nice to kinda show Bellaire up that she was much more advanced than this spell, regardless of her intended target.
However, she was distracted. Because yelling and thuds and bickering was like that. But it was like driving, if Ellie knew how that worked, where she could pay attention to multiple things at once. She really could. Maybe her spellwork got just a
bit sloppy, though. Max
might have lowered a couple inches. And he
might have tilted slightly to the right. Her right, his left.
But his exclamation brought her attention back.
"Sorry," she muttered sheepishly, moving her wand to straighten him up.
The points loss? Whether it be two, fifty, or five-hundred, Ellie couldn't care less. But if it would put that Ravenclaw at ease, the dark haired one that lost the points, Captain Ellie will be more than happy to re-assure her that they'd win that back with Quidditch in the end. Because they totally would.