Now Tal was laughing harder. The opposite of the reaction Brookes wanted, the exacted opposite. So she poked him some more, stretching to poke him in the middle of the stomach. It was hard on the swings, but she managed to. And then she started spinning around again, twisting the chains together. Not a useless Pureblood? "I suppoe I would be pretty rubbish. But most Purebloods know everything about Quidditch, right?" Which was why she was odd. But there was nothing wrong with being different.

"Cheerleaders?" Brook stopped twisting and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I don't fancy risking my neck to climb on top of someone, thank you very much." She shuddered. No, she was not risking death to show support for someone anytime soon; cheering from the stands still sounded good.

"Cheer for one team? Nope, why d'you think that our team hates me?" she grinned. Cheering for one team was rooobish; she had friends from all of the other houses, and even friends on their teams, like Tally. She tried to poke him again, but her lunge missed as he swung out of reach, and she suddenly started spinning.

Stopping rather dizzily, Brooke couldn't focus on the blur that was Tallans fingers. "Well done," she giggled, standing up to steady herself on the side of the swing set.


Jay was not going to let go of Leighs arm, no matter how many esasperated looks she pulled or gave him. She was telling him why she had dragged him out here and then he'd let go. And then they could go inside, and get back to being best mates like before.

A confused expression taking residence on his face, James let go of Leigh as she folded her arms. Okay, so when he'd said he wouldn't let go until she told him what was going on, he'd been wrong. But at least he had kept her here, outside, waiting to tell him what was going on.

Although it was dawning on him, he didn't quite no what he was realising. That's why he'd asked her to say it again. All he knew was that he felt weird right then, like he knew something he shouldn't. It was nagging at the back of his brain, yet he couldn't figure it out. What on earth did she mean?

"What d'you think?" he said; When her voice turned harsh, he was immediately defensive. What the hell had he done now? She knew he was touchy when people were harsh to him, that he'd lash out. But he wouldn't, not to her anyway. Not to Leigh. When she said it, he eventually knew what ha meant, and he leant forward...

and kissed her.