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Cutty's body slid to the left with Bev's turn. "I wasn't daydreaming!" He said quite unconvincingly in his defense. He leaned forward, got a good grip on the sides of the carriage and ducked a bit, though not before a lock of Beverly Wayne's cherry-scented hair whipped across his face and obstructed his view momentarily.
"FLII...!", he began stopping himself before he snipped off the ends of Beverly's hair and instead directed his energy toward the oncoming snowballs. "Reducto!" He said reducing them to smithereens like Professor Romanos had taught them.
She hadn't really meant it, that's just the first thing that came out of her mouth. Cutty being all defensive, she concluded he had been daydreaming. About what, she didn't know. She'd ask later.
Beverly didn't notice what the boy behind her had been planning to do, she did though, see an opening between two team winged horses. This was their chance! "Hold on guys!" Such sweet adrenaline rush on such a beautiful winged horse. Maybe she should add Witch Jockey to what she wanted to be when she grows up.
Snapping the reins, she urged the Granian to push forward. Faster--
Holy Chinese Fireballs! O___O
"Incoming, you guys!" There were several snowballs shooting their way. At the same time. Mellow. COVER HER OR THEY WERE DOOMED.