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"If she doesn't I will make my dad curse her." West said seriously. "But I think she will on account of she was really really pleased I offered, and there were witnesses." He liked the Healer and didn't really get why so many people thought she was scary.
"Oh! I know that book." As in, literally. West took a breath and then began to recite, from memory, "Chapter One: The Evolution of the Flying Broomstick. No spell yet devised enables wizards to fly unaided in human form. Those few Animagi who transform into winged creatures may enjoy flight, but they are a rarity. The witch or wizard who finds him- or herself transfigured into a bat may take to the air, but, having a bat’s brain, they are sure to forget where they want to go the moment they take flight. Levitation is commonplace, but our ancestors were not content with hovering five feet from the ground. They wanted more. They wanted to fly like birds, but without the inconvenience of growing feathers. We are so accustomed these days to the fact that every wizarding household in Britain owns at least one flying broomstick that we rarely stop to ask ourselves why. Why should the humble broom have become the one object legally allowed as a means of wizarding transport? Why did we in the West not adopt the carpet so beloved of our Eastern brethren? Why didn’t we choose to produce flying barrels, flying armchairs, flying bathtubs – why brooms? Shrewd enough to see that their Muggle neighbours would seek to exploit their powers if they knew their full extent, witches and wizards kept themselves to themselves long before the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy came into effect."
His summer? "It was okay." Paaaause. "Aspen's acting weird though." A deflated West. "She was too busy to do stuff with me."
Dylan was having a hard time imagining someone cursing the Healer...She's wasn't exactly a
Mrs. Sunshine and Daisies. He knew she could be dangerous. Those who could save lives...obviously knew how to take them just as easily. Buuuut...one had to wonder where West had learned his tricks from. If it had been his father...Well, Healer Tiltstorm would do well not to mess that broom up.
Leave it to his Chaser to throw
"I have witnesses" in that sentence somewhere.
He was mid-page flip when Odessa had started his book-reciting...Staring at him a bit dumbly, all the Captain could do was listen. What had the Second Year done? Swallowed the book? Merlin, Dylan didn't want to be reminded of Cookie Girl...but he was. At least he wasn't annoyed when the younger boy did it.
"West, I think you should be my assistant." Yes, really.
At the mention of Aspen, Dylan just shrugged. Ravenclaw female. Yep, meaning that deep down, Dylan would think she was intriguing if they met. Because Claw girls made him stupid...and enamored. Obviously. Hearing the defeated tone in his player's voice had him setting his book to the side, though...and leaning forward.
"Your sister is a Sixth Year, yea?"