"Funny kind of skipping," Spike said, clearly amused. "Doesn't it usually go more like this?" he inquired, skipping in a rather over-zealous exaggerated fashion towards his friend. Every time he landed, he left a wet footprint and trail of dripped water from his jeans. Why had he worn jeans today, rather than shorts? A nice, untorn pair of jeans, no less. Though, he wasn't sure he wanted to answer that question - as for one of the first times ever, wanting to look reasonable had come into his vocabulary.

Did she stick her tongue out at him AGAIN? Spike mimicked the action, and picked up the pace.

Cuddle!Monster Spike was in BUSINESS, yo!

"Why are running away from me then?" Spike asked. "It's like, you don't want to spend the time with me as your friend." A pout ensued, though it soon turned into a giggle. He might be drenched, but this WAS funny. It'd been a long time he'd done something like this at Hogwarts - the end of last term had been FAR too serious with OWLs. "Really," he answered, though he gave a smirk when she mentioned house points. Oh, so she did believe he could take them. Well, that was interesting... He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's only the start of term. We'll make them back easily enough...I mean, YOU'll make them back..."

He eyed Beezus, arms still outstretched. "Oh yes I do!"

Except she dodged him AGAIN at the last minute. Sigh. Clearly just hanging around in front of the hoops had affected his agility last term. Maybe he should just sit down for a bit, pretend she'd worn him out and then pounce?

Hang on...why was she heading for the water? Wasn't she meant to be trying to stay dry? Spike's eyes widened. Beezus was falling. Head first. Straight on to the rockiest part of the spring.

Nuuuuuuuuuuu! She couldn't have concussion before Quidditch tryouts!

Without thinking, he ran and skidded along the ground in the attempt to provide a soft landing.

"Beezus?" he asked slowly, squinting open his eyes his didn't know he'd shut tight. Had he got there in time?