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Cassirin
It figured that Lex was trying to take over things. Mo didn't even begrudge her that, since she was Lex and she wouldn't be Lex at all if she rolled over and let him be in charge. He'd obviously been partnering with ickles a bit too often, since he'd rather forgotten what it was like to work with a peer. That was always dangerous... as was realizing that Lex was a peer.
Merlin, when did that happen?
He grumbled at her all the way up to the carriage, where he climbed up beside her and grabbed up the reins with a great deal of sour face making. Not that he really minded. Merlin knew that directing a horse was a lot more interesting than blasting piles of snow to a guy like Mo. "Tally ho," he slapped the reins lightly against the Abraxan's neck, and the carriage rocked slowly into motion as the horse took a few steps forward.
That was it? A few grumbles and he was set to steer? It was either the years had made Mo passive or they'd made him more accepting of her unyielding will once she'd put her mind to something. Whatever it was it was for the best otherwise they'd be stuck arguing.
"Lighten up Mo." Lex said, noting the sour expression. She hadn't meant to upset him....only to get her way, which she did.
"He'll listen to you more, you're the one that did the nuzzling bit. He likes you." And she liked making things go BOOM. It was the perfect compromise.
Alexa leaned forward as the carriage began to move, nothing so far but then they weren't going all that fast to begin with. Did this horse know how to sprint? Did it know they were in a race they were trying to win?
"Get him to put some pep in his step, did you see Thompson zoom off like that? He's got the righ idea." Clearly he did. The idea of winning. The extra points weren't so much her fascination, nah, they were just there. It was the WINNING. The Gryffindor happened to like it, go figure.
While they trotted on she kept her eyes peeled for anything that might mess them up, though at this speed she didn't figure much harm could come to them.
"You think the snow will be enchanted? Give us something to do outside of perfecting our aim?"