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[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

The soft November air gave Cordelia chills as she walked towards the Quidditch Pitch. What surprised her the most was that the chilly air penetrated through her jeans and zip up hoodie. Perhaps she should've brought something for her head since she would be flying around in this air. Then again, once Cordelia was up in the air, she didn't even think about the weather surrounding her. All she thought about was the freedom she felt of being herself on her Nimbus 2001. She was a little disappointed when she received the Nimbus 2001. She surely though a Firebolt was coming. After all, it was no longer the fastest broom anymore like it had in her father's time. Her father owned a Firebolt at one point and still has it shoved away somewhere, but Cordelia remembered riding it one day. She had feel in love with the ease and swiftness of the turns and acceleration. Her father had told her that if she was serious about becoming a professional then he would give her his Firebolt. This pleased Cordelia greatly, but she wasn't sure if she could wait that long.

While she attempted to figure out a plan to get the Firebolt, Cordelia's feet led her to the place she walked so many times before. Anytime Cordelia needed to run away or think, the air was the place to do it, right above the grass of the Quidditch Pitch. Before she knew it, she was at the entrance of the Quidditch Pitch. Surging on, Cordelia began to jog through the locker rooms that her team and herself got ready in and soon she was at the entrance where they made their appearance before every game. Mounting her broom, Cordelia kicked off and began to fly through the air. Her blonde hair whipped behind her as the wind rushed past her. Oh this was the good life, Cordelia thought. When she was high in the sky, Cordelia looked down and saw that she had gotten pretty high. It was a good thing she wasn't afraid of heights. Freedom at last! Oh how this was her calling. She would have to write to her father about how she was serious about being a professional. Surely he will be ecstatic once he hears this since Quidditch was his life as well.

As she flew through the air, Cordelia thought about anything she willed herself to think about, but all she could come back to was her upcoming N.E.W.T.s which she knew she'd never do well on. Sighing, Cordelia hovered in the air and braided her hair so none would get in her eyes. She may not be afraid of heights, but falling to the ground or not seeing where she's going scared her a bit. It wasn't like the braid she did for games, but it would keep most of the flyaway hairs out of her face. She hovered there for a moment longer staring out over the grounds, enjoying the view.

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[VAN JEREMY ACOSTA]

"This is ... ridiculous. Crazy, even. Who... who said this was a good idea? Honestly. Note to self: never bet anything with Nicole in the room." Van Acosta was gripping an old school broom tightly in his hand, his heavy winter cloak pulled around his body. November had little to no love from Van - he hated the cold much like he hated Potions. It was awfully dreadful and from his point of view, it couldn't get much worse now. All they needed was the snow, and ta-da! Van's worst nightmare was complete.

Now, why was he going to the pitch when he obviously wasn't a flyer? Because as stated before he lost a bet; surrounded by friends and urged on by his twin sister, Van had bet that he could defeat his friend in a charms-off. If his friend lost, he'd have to run the entire seventh floor naked. If Van lost, he'd have to do ten laps around the pitch with a school's broom. That was Nicole's idea, since no one could think of anything better for the fear of flying boy.

Well... guess who lost?

With a charm settled over it that would emit a high pitched squeak every time he passed the south side rings, the broom would stop once he hit ten laps, and he'd have to descend. Van made it to the pitch and kicked off, hovering in the air to see if the charm would malfunction in some way. When it didn't, Van grumbled some more and started to fly slowly, the cool wind getting cooler with his speed. Then, he saw her. The blonde girl flying the pitch as well. That was a surprise.

"Did you loose a bet, too? Is that why you're out here in this crappy weather?" Van's slight accent made it easy to understand him; he hovered where he was, hoping she'd do the same. Now that she was here, whoever she was, he was glad he wouldn't suffer alone.

[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

Just as she was going to drop into a dive, Cordelia heard someone call out her name. Confused as to who it might be, Cordelia began to look in the direction the voice came from. Needing to look down, Cordelia saw a boy. His dark hair wasn't exactly the deciding factor on who it was, but Cordelia decided to let him come closer since she wasn't the kind of person to fly off because someone else was on the pitch. Those people were frankly quite weird. Did you loose a bet, too? Is that why you're out here in this crappy weather?" the boy asked. Loose a bet? Crappy weather? He obviously lost a bet if he asked her about it as well and suddenly Cordelia was very curious about the situation he was in. It could be very interesting if she stayed to watch. And sure it was November, but was the cold that bad? Cordelia loved the snow - but then again there wasn't any so she could see why some hated it.

Trying to figure out who this person was, Cordelia knew who he was after he fly closer to her, but the name was escaping her for a moment. It was on the tip of her tongue. "Nope. But you did, I bet." Cordelia replied with a slight smile. She was trying to hold back the wide smile that she wanted to reveal, but she felt like he would think she's mocking him. Well, the boy was here to do some deed that he was sent to do, so mocking wouldn't be that bad from what he would probably be doing. "And it isn't that bad out here. It's just a little...windy." Cordelia finished lamely. VAN ACOSTA! It suddenly dawned on her on who this kid really was. She's heard things about this guy and if he's anything like he was in the past, Cordelia knew that he was a ladies man. He had the looks that made even Cordelia fall for and naturally he's in Ravenclaw so certainly he must be smart.

"So how'd you lose a bet?" Cordelia asked. He was out here now. Might as well make some conversation. Plus she wasn't going to miss what he was going to do. She's seen some crazy things go on in the castle sometimes on the weekends and if it was like anything Cordelia has seen in the past, things could get very interesting.

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[VAN JEREMY ACOSTA]

There was something very familiar about the girl and for a few moments Van knew that he would either figure her name out by her voice, or by her telling him. He knew that at some point he'd have to get to the laps but they could wait. Van Acosta had all day to fly around the stupid pitch because he lost a stupid bet. Yes, he was going to be bitter about this for the remainder of the day and would most likely use it to better gain sympathy with the ladies. Van smirked at the inwardly thoughts that were manifesting in his head and he soon had to return to the blonde goddess girl in front of him. "Yes, I lost a bet. A stupid bet that was supposed to be between myself and a few friends, but my twin sister just happened to stick her nose in at precisely the wrong time," Van chuckled, and the broom gave an odd jerk, making the slightly inexperienced flyer grip the handle tighter.

Again, the blonde girl spoke and the Ravenclaw male continued to rack his brain for her name. She was a Wood, he knew that much. He wasn't close with the other Woods but Van was positive he had some sort of conversation with her previous to this meeting. What the bloody hell was her name?! Cecelia? Nope.. Cory? Nope.. Van's attention snapped and he smirked at her, the broom calming down. "Just a little windy? It's like negitive twenty degrees. I was warmer walking here than up in the air," Van replied, still smirking at her. Constance? Ew, who would ever name their kid Constance? Caroline... a bunch of 'C' names rolled though Van's head before it finally landed on something he could at least say was her name. Cordelia. At least it wasn't Constance. The broom jerked again and Van cussed softly, sighing at himself.

"How'd I lose a bet? Simple. My twin sister was in the room," Van said with a shrug once the broom had calmed itself down. "Basically I had overshot my luck and now I have to do ten laps around the pitch. I hate flying, especially when its this cold." Van sighed again and looked sympathetically over at Cordelia. "Will you fly with me? I mean, only if I'm not taking you away from something important like some sort of practice, Cordelia." Van tried her name out, hoping that he was right and not wrong. He hated when he messed names up; it was like a slap to the face pretty much. Besides, it wasn't like anyone could get his name wrong - it was three letters long and it rhymed with 'can'! Van looked at the pretty blonde girl, smiling at her with his trademark Van smile.

[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

So he did lose a bet. Cordelia knew it. She had never seen him amoung the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, but then again, many people who weren't on the Quidditch team knew how to fly. By the looks of Van, he was very shaky on a broom when it came to flying. Cordelia hoped that he wasn't about to fall anytime soon. They were a bit high up and at this fall, one could break a fair share of bones in their body. Oh course now that he was here and she was here with him, she knew that she would have to save him if he did by chance, fall off his broom. She was too nice and knew that the guilt wouldn't be able to leave her if she did just sit by and watch him fall. But who said he was going to fall? Cordelia listened to his excuse and thought it sounded like a typical Ravenclaw trying to show off. Cordelia didn't know his sister as well, but knew that she was also a sixth year Ravenclaw. Cordelia was trying ever so hard not to giggle at his predicament. Cordelia was glad she never bet anybody anything unless she was sure she would win. She was more of the play-it-safe girl instead.

The conversation turned back to the weather once more. He did have a point. It was chilly up here rather than near the ground, but even in the summer the sky was a bit more chilly than the air on the ground. Cordelia was so used to the changes by now that it didn't actually register in her brain. It was part of her subconcious if that made any sense. As Cordelia thought about it, it didn't make any sense. "Ok, I'll give you that one, but it's November. It's kind've expected." Cordelia replied with a chuckle. Clearing her throat quietly, she wouldn't make a fool of herself in front of him. Running a hand through her blonde hair, Cordelia pulled her hair into a low side ponytail. The wind was blowing her hair in front of her face and it was starting to annoy her just a bit. Normally she wouldn't have minded, but Van was here and she actually liked to see who she was talking to, not having a bunch of hair obscure her vision. And then came the good part Cordelia was waiting for: his punishment for losing.

Ten laps around the pitch? Seemed simple to Cordelia, but by the way Van explained it to her with that sigh and look of sympathy, it was a huge feat for him to do ten laps. Well, if Van knew anything about her, it would be that she was a terrific Quidditch player. He would probably - oh yep, he asked her to fly with him. She couldn't contain it any longer. She giggled at the statement he made. "Well I guess, Van. It's not like anything's stopping me, is it?" Cordelia replied raising her hands to the air around her to emphasize her statement. She couldn't stop smiling now for some reason. Maybe it was the way how easy she was conversing with someone she hardly talked to, or maybe it was the fact that she could show off in a nonchalant way. Plus, he did know her name! One tiny thing was bugging her though. "So how do the others know you've done it? Are they here somewhere?" Cordelia asked and began to look below her for another person or two. The smile was wiped off her face at the thought of someone else seeing her looking like a giggling fool. Well, she not a fool, but she needed to pull it together soon before she said something silly. When she couldn't find anybody below, Cordelia straightened up once again. Itching her nose, ( even when it wasn't exactly itchy ) Cordelia waited for Van to do the honors and lead the way. Was this going to be a fast pace like a race? Or was he going to take it slow? Either way Cordelia didn't mind.

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[VAN JEREMY ACOSTA]

if anyone knew better, they would think he was a smartass when it came to flying; he was cocky around the subject and arrogant when pretending he knew how to fly, obviously studying the professionals at their best. but when he came to do or die, van was nothing short of terrible. he was shaky and clumsy, often cussing and trying to lead the broom with his hands rather than his whole body. he knew little to nothing about to flying, and he wasn't going to learn just to impress a girl.

or, would he?

the weather. van felt dumb bringing it up and now he sort of regretted letting her know he felt like he was cold. "just because it's november doesnt mean it could at least hold onto whatever warmth october had," van groused, as the broom jerked some more, a tad more violently this time. he floated foreward, then backwards, as if he was unsure of what to do. he had to get these laps done, else he would forever suffer the wrath of the rest of his house and his no good sister, nicole. looking back at the beautiful blonde Cordelia, van tried to smile. he was waiting for her to say something at his request to fly with him, but he was sure she would decline, let him suffer in peace.

as she giggled, van couldn't help but blush and then smirk at her, happy that he would have company to fly around with. "excellent. let's go, shall we?" he was jealous when she took both her hands off her broom, and for a few seconds he wanted to try it too, but the broom would have none of it. as they started flying, van was asked the question he sort of didn't want to answer. "well, some of my friends are high class geeks. they like building and destroying spells, or piecing the together; so, i have a count spell on the broom. it emits a high pitch squeak when i finish a lap, and i guess it registers with one of my friends." van shrugged and then gripped his broom handle tightly once again.

"if it weren't for the charm, i wouldn't be here. i would have lied and and pretended that i had done it." van admitted guilty. he was bad like that -

[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

Oh goodness. This situation was just becoming funnier as the minutes passed between them. If it were Cordelia, she wouldn't do something that she wasn't good at. She wasn't a show off or even liked to work hard at things she didn't care about. She only cared about Quidditch and that was that. She wasn't sure why he was dragging it out. She guessed it might be because he didn't want to do this, so he was trying to put it off as long as possible. He was going to have to go through with the bet either way, but then again, this was Van. Wetting her lips with her tongue, she let him argue on about the weather. Why everybody hated winter, Cordelia would never know. The snow was beautiful and Christmas was in winter! If you didn't like Christmas, it was like being Lord Voldemort. Poor bastard. Learning about him in History of Magic a couple of years ago, Cordelia wasn't sure to pity the guy, or hate him like everybody else did. Every "bad" guy always thought he was the hero and usually had a history to motivate their actions. They were just doing what they thought was right, even if everybody else was scared shit of him.

All Cordelia could do was shrug about the weather situation. He obviously wasn't going to budge from her replies so she just left it at that. Besides, she wanted to see how well his flying skills were. She suppressed her urge to smile at the thought and continued to listen to his detailed explanation. "Oh! Wow. They really did think of everything, except that I'd be here!" Cordelia lamely joked. She may be a Hufflepuff, but she knew how to fly pretty damn well. It was in her genes, she just knew it. It was techincally in all of her siblings genes since each one of the Wood children was on the Quidditch team. Well, her older brother was off in St. Mungo's for an injury, but all the same. She was going to make sure to cheer her little sister on even if she was secretly routing for the Ravenclaw team to win. Now she was beginning to feel a bit cocky. She assumed that Van wasn't the best flyer since he was being forced to finish off a bet, so he was underneath him. If she was a feminist, she would quietly scream, girl power! But that was lame and Cordelia could honestly careless. This wasn't the sixties where women just stayed in the kitchens. Well, technically Cordelia spent a lot of time in the Kitchens since it was close to the Hufflepuff common room. She had many midnight snack runs before and wasn't about to stop.

"So, how are we going to do this? You going at an easy pace while I outlap you? Or I go your pace?" Cordelia asked a bit playfully. It felt nice to be relaxed around a person she hardly spoke with. She made the excuse of her being on a broom. When she was on a broom, she felt confident and at ease. She could live on a broom if she wanted. Or just in the air like a bird did. Her father always thought she could be a bird in another life. She wondered if her Patronus would be a bird, or maybe her Animagus form. If she was smart enough, she'd sign up to become an Animagus. She was confident that she would be some type of bird.

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[VAN JEREMY ACOSTA]

Van wasn't amused at this at all. Sure, he got to spend time with the lovely Cordelia [who's name continued to get prettier and prettier every time he thought about it] but honestly? Van Acosta hated flying with almost every fibre in his being, and even though he was totally in love with the idea of magic and the very ... magicalness of it all, Van for some strange and terrible reason couldn't handle the thought of flying. It was like trying to swallow pills dry, which the muggleborn couldn't do either. He just wished that he hadn't opened his big mouth with Nicole around, but he had and now he had to face the music. He was surprised that his twin wasn't around either, because she was usually the one pushing his nose into everything he did anyways. Grateful that Nicole wasn't here, and he was here alone with Cordelia [or Delia as he had begun to call her in his head], he knew that maybe now he could cut the rude crap and try being casual with her.

"The fact that you're here actually makes this more bearable, trust me on that." Time to work a little Van magic. Infamous for most of his terrible muggle pick up lines or very sexually oriented jokes, the Ravenclaw made a mental note to be very appropriate around the sweet Hufflepuff, should he corrupt her at such a fragile state in their friendship. Was it even a friendship or was it just ... common courtesy? At the question of pace, Van began to fly at an easy rate, looking over at her and raised an eyebrow. "Delia you can do whatever your little heart pleases," And that was a cheesy line, specially used on sweethearts like her. Van chuckled at himself before he shrugged - okay so flying wasn't so bad! "No, but really, you can do whatever you feel like, I don't mind."

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[CORDELIA ANAIS WOOD]

Even though Cordelia had dated many boys in the past, she was a bit oblivious to the subtle flirting. She knew how to dish it our herself and could pick up on pick up lines and some real obvious flirting, but there were some boys out there who weren't obvious. Why that was, Cordelia never knew. She always thought that the women were the once to keep it subtle, not the guys. This was not the case for this situation. Cordelia detected a hint of flirting, but she wasn't sure if this was just Van being Van or not. Should she even reply to his remark? How did one even try to respond to that without it sounded sarcastic? Cordelia quickly searched for something to say that wouldn't sound sarcastic or snarky. She was terribly for her snarky remarks to others ( mostly the dumb girls ). "Well then...I'll stick around a bit longer to keep you from suffering." Cordelia wanted to smack herself. What did that even mean? It was not the best reply Cordelia has had before and she began to fly a bit forwards before stopping as she heard him say something else. Whatever my little heart pleases? "Well, my heart pleases to fly at a leisurely pace at the moment. I don't care what you have to say about today, I think it's beautiful outside." Cordelia replied and stuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Cordelia decided to braid her hair again so her hair wouldn't snarl. She hated getting snarls out of her hair since it hurt so much. Plus her hair was at her longest and it was hard to brush it in itself these days. Cordelia didn't need the added extra surprised in her hair to brush out. "So, I gotta ask. Why do you hate flying?" Cordelia asked after flying a few circles around, under and over him. She stopped next to him and brushed the stray hairs out of her face and behind her ears. "I'm just wondering since I don't know how anybody couldn't love flying. It's the most freeing feeling in the world." Cordelia added. She probably could've cut the last sentence. It made her sound like a crazed Quidditch player that was way too obsessed. Well, she was a crazed and obsessed Quidditch player, so she just guessed that that line would sound crazy for those who don't appreciate the art of flying.

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