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As the girl flew, Rich tried not to lose her track as he looked around. Well, well, well. He so was not going to lose her; how many times could he get the opportunity to talk to her anyway? She seemed kinda moody the last time he had tried, well, actually it was like all the girls in his house were moody.
From the way she controlled the broom, Richard supposed she was neither a rookie nor a Hufflepuff. But then he suddenly smirked at the idea, the girl might look cute in those yellow robes. But then, he did not know if he would follow her so closely then. He smirked a bit when the girl greeted him back. Good, this time she did not look moody at all. He speeded up a bit to fly right next to her.
Was it his habit...to talk while flying?
''Well...well...well...'' he eyed the girl a bit then looked forward ''What did you expect me to do? Fly low and pick flowers? Thank you, i am not a Hufflepuff.''
Sierra glanced to the side of her with a raised eyebrow expression. So he liked to make fun of the Puffers, yeah?
"You and I just might get along," she pointed out to him,
"...and that doesn't happen very often, you should know." Well, they'd get along until he annoyed her, and then he'd be back on THE LIST with the rest of them.
She continued to fly forward, turning her gaze to everything ahead of her. This place seemed so crowded... Then again, they weren't exactly on the pitch. She wished they were, though. She couldn't wait to get the Quidditch season underway. When another curve came into view, Sierra steered around. Heh. She should jerk back on her broom and come to a complete stop, just to throw this guy off.
"You play Quidditch?" she asked him. He seemed to be pretty good up here in the air.