 Levi, Skylar and Henry Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
There plenty of young students around. Plenty more arriving, too, and Daisy briefly wondered if maybe she shouldn't just leave and go and -- do stuff. It wasn't that young students couldn't fly, her own experience proved that wrong, it was simply a matter of ability. After all, if there were people who couldn't fly that well, maybe the lesson wouldn't be that useful to her. Silently, to added a mental note to go and talk to Mister Baldvinsson as soon as possible about possibly holding an especial lesson for Quidditch-inclined students. After all, the man knew how to fly, and fly well too, she'd wager.
But here came the best friend. She grinned and bumped her hand against his, fingers wiggling against his skin. "I agree, very fortunate." There was a slight breeze, but not nearly strong enough to hinder their flight. She leaned in towards him, a teasing grin across her lips. "It should make things easier for you, shouldn't it?" Not that she meant anything but it; Levi didn't like to fly and, even if it was weird to her, that was fine. "Anyway, is this your last class today? We could --" Oh. Hi.
She'd finish that later. Instead, she turned to the girl now standing beside her and grinned down at her. "Hey Skylar. Ready to do some laps?" The girl had Quidditch in her blood, it was no surprise that she was here and looking that ready. It was endearing, in a way that reminded her of her younger self. And suddenly that quiet space didn't seem that quiet anymore, but Daisy waved enthusiastically back at Henry the Prefect. "Whittebrook. Thought you weren't going to show up." Because she would humiliate him. Clearly. That's what she kept telling herself. Rivalry between teammates was perfectly acceptable.
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