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Deezerz The firing stopped and Beverly would have wondered if one of two behind her had fallen off if it wasn't for robes flowing everywhere. It was getting colder the faster the Granian sped up. Being in the front, Beverly got most of the hit, but she was riding a winged horse. She could brave through it.
She heard Marisol's thanks and grinned to herself. A little encouragement could go a long way. Though, Beverly likes using those ways for other kinds of gain. As for this one, she didn't want to get hit by a snowball and get thrown off the Granian.
"You can hold on to me," she called back. The firstie was probably bouncing all sorts of ways seeing how small she was. "And--"
She didn't get to finish. There was a bank of snow AND a snowball heading their way. She gripped the reins tight. "We're going to jump, guys." Meaning hold on tight and DON'T FALL. "And get that snowball!"
She ducked just in case Cutty got more ideas of stabbing things with his wand.
Marisol sighed. This was crazily fun. She quite liked Beverly, and Cutty was entertaining in a weird way. The first year placed her arms around the older Slytherin girl, because their ride was getting shaky. Then Beverly yelled and stood up like she was going to jump. They were headed towards a giant snow bank!
"Okay!" Mari said to the wind. She braced herself for the fall and closed her eyes. Her knees shook as she jumped.