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high flyers.

THE THRILL OF FLYING REALLY NEVER LESSENED for Ana. It was always as blood pumping as the first time she'd hopped on one. Or, so she told people. She didn't really remember the first time, she had been so young. Her father flying them around the garden, her in front of him. A risk, unless you were as skilled a flyer as Viktor Krum. Ana only wished to be as successful as her mother and her father. In fact, more successful. A better player.

So, maybe this confidence made her show off. She wasn't afraid of a little ego. It was healthy, right? It never really crossed her mind while she was performing loop-de-loops across the Quidditch pitch, bending the rules to fly a little over the empty stadium. It wasn't practise and it wasn't a game. Ana just liked coming down to the pitch before sundown. With a football or her broom. Tonight, she brought her broom.

As the sun grew watery and the clouds pink, Ana flew lower to the ground. She'd been practising standing up on her broom, surfing the air with it instead of clutched close to her. It was risky, of course. Her broom didn't always play fair. It had only taken a pretty mean sprained wrist over the summer to convince her to fly low when she tried again, as she always did. After all, she couldn't risk a career ending injury so close to the finishing line.

Hands outstretched, a pinched and sober look on Ana's face, she curved her feet along the broom like she was walking a tight rope, shifting her weight as the flying instrument took the air with a hesitant ease, up and down and again. Of course, this only lasted for a few blissful moments before Ana's balance wobbled with the broom and she was forced to dive off of it. Her broom thudded mutely on to the grass, having only been no more than 3 feet off the ground.

Ana landed on her feet, the impact jarring up her knees, but dropped to a roll for the fun of it. Flopping on to her back on the grass, the smell of green grass and dirt tickling her nose as she let out a gleeful laugh, shoulders shaking. 

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9.13.2024

The crystal blue skies and sparse cloud coverage earlier in the day had kept Steve inside. He hated himself sometimes, but hated nasty sunburns even more than that. There had been one day over the summer in particular, one where he ventured off to a music festival on his own, and he had walked back into the house later that evening scorched from head to toe. The only parts of his body that were still his typical pallor were around his eyes from the sunglasses, and under his clothes. Of course he had thought it was a genius idea to wear a tank that day, wanting to give his arms a bit of color. Looking like a stop sign and having his skin peeling off in layers was not what he had imagined that morning. Thus, on days like today, he stayed indoors and away from the light. Exactly like the vampire he was. Fangs would have been better than light sensitivity any day of the week. He could play those off as a lifestyle choice or something since some people apparently sharpened their teeth. Not being able to step outside was a hindrance to his day to day activities. Eventually people were going to start talking, and think he was some sort of basement dweller or whatever. Steve didn’t want to be like one of those no-majs. They never aspired to anything.

When the sun finally started to dip down and a few puffy white clouds rolled in, Steve was out of the castle at light speed. He could do the evening. Hell, he was literally made for it. Walking around the grounds was all he wanted to do. Fresh air and all that. First order of business was going down to the Quidditch Pitch. He was absolutely trash at flying, which was apparently funny to his new classmates, but it wasn’t like magic flying brooms were commonplace in Canada. They were an impractical mode of transportation anyways, and he would be laughing at everyone when they couldn’t figure out how to drive a car.

Chuckling to himself over the image of his classmates sitting behind the wheel as he waltzed down the incline to the Quidditch Pitch, Steve spotted a dark shape zooming around in the air. His interest was immediately piqued. On all of his trips around the Pitch near dusk, he had only ran into a few people flying, and they were typically the ends of practice sessions. There was the chance that this would be the same thing, but by the sheer speed the person was going, he had a feeling they were on their own. The teams usually had the Quaffle going, and from where he was currently, he could tell that the goal posts were void of Keepers.

A few more minutes of walking and he was through the entrance that lead to the grassy part of the Pitch. Sitting up in the stands would be lonely, especially if he was going to have a conversation with the person. Coming in right as the person launched off of the front of the broom, he froze in place, the first thought that came to mind was that he had just witnessed someone die. They were still on the grass and he fumbled for his wand, as if that would help if they were already dead. The laugh, not scream of pain, that echoed from the general direction of the crash made him stop searching his pockets for his wand.

Steve couldn’t help himself. He started to clap. The big, lengthy kind of clapping that reverberated off of the empty stands. “Sure Quidditch is the right thing for you?” he chuckled as he approached the person lying in the grass, which he could now tell was a girl. “Circuses are always looking for tumblers, I’ve heard. The high-end ones probably pay better too. Or maybe a stunt person in the movies.”

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ANA HAD NOT BEEN PERFORMING ON THIS particular occasion. If she had been, she would have landed with a lot more flair. So, as she lay on her back laughing merrily, the last thing she had expected was a round of applause. The laughter died in her throat and she turned her head, rolling on to her stomach and bracing herself on her forearms.

The person standing at the beginning of the pitch was not exactly familiar. Ana squinted, sitting up to lean back on her haunches as she smiled in confusion. They were American, she realised, when they began to speak and walk towards her casually. A sound more familiar these days than his face. "I haven't ruled anything out, yet." Ana replied, crossing her arms and shaking hair out of her face. In reality, all Ana really wanted to do was play football professionally, but the boy was cute and he had technically complimented her.

"Did you come to play?" Ana said, ambling up from the ground and brushing grass from her behind. The idea of having an opponent thrilled her. Few had the stamina to come out so late to practise. "I could use a little friendly competition." She smiled daringly, stretching one hand out and summoning her broom back to her hand, where it belonged. 

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The girl had flipped over on the ground to look in his direction when he had spoken up, and Steve immediately stopped the clapping, hands going into his pockets haphazardly as he wasn’t sure what else to do with them. “Not that your flying was bad or anything. Can’t say I’m an expert when it comes to brooms. Or Quidditch.” Flying wasn’t exactly a thing back home. The Kolstads didn’t own a flying broom, though he had seen his mother occasionally charm the normal sweeping kind for his father so they could go flying together at night. Apparently it was romantic to fly on a shoddy makeshift broom next to your vampire-turned-bat wife. The only way Steve knew he would understand that was if he shacked up with a vampire girl for the rest of his life. That didn’t sound entirely pleasing to him for some reason, even if they would understand each other better than a normal magical person would.

Steve continued his approach and the girl asked him if he came to play. He shook his head, though the prospect of playing against her did sound interesting. There was just one problem with that, “To tell you the truth, I’ve never actually flown a broom before,” Steve admitted sheepishly. Usually he played it off as Canada having a lack of expensive or high-end brooms that he could use. This girl seemed to know her stuff considering the stunt he had just witnessed her pull off. Pulling the wool over her eyes would be difficult. “But it can’t be that hard right? I’ve been told that I have excellent wand handling skills, so taking that for a spin couldn’t be all that difficult.” He was pointing at the girl’s broom now, though he wasn’t sure if he actually could get the thing up without a minimal amount of effort put into it. There was always a first for everything.

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ANA WAS AWFUL BUSY ADMIRING THE BOY'S HAIR and face, she almost missed when he spoke. "Oh," She laughed, shaking her head lightly as she waved him off. "I didn't take it that way, I already know I'm a great player." She said with undaunted confidence. He might not know a thing about Quidditch, but she certainly did and she knew when to take criticism and when not to.

Hopping up from the ground, Ana was brushing off the grass from her bottom when she stopped short. Her head whipping up like a startled deer. "Never?!" She exclaimed, her mouth falling open as she briefly considered a world where she didn't fly. "And how did you manage that?" She asked briskly, toeing her broom up from the ground and marching towards him purposefully.

Stopping before him, Ana laughed as she popped one hand on her hip. "Yeah, it's exactly the same," She deadpanned, though her brown eyes were glittering with humour. She thrust out her broom wielding hand, offering it to him without question or request. "C'mon then, Yankie Doodle." She smirked, tossing it to him before he could change his mind. He might be pretty, but could he fly? "I'll teach you a lesson." 

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She was cocky, though if he were to be honest, the move she had just pulled off looked like one of the ones only expert players could do. So she probably wasn’t lying about being great at the sport. Confidence seemed to be key with a lot of the students at Hogwarts (and even with a few of the Americans as well). Some spilled it out as arrogance, others did it like this girl. “Nope,” he shook his head. “Never.” She asked how he had managed that, and Steve grinned. It was one of life’s greatest necessities that prevented him from flying on a broom: the sunlight. Cruising around at home after dark wouldn’t have gone over well with the elder council of witches and wizards, and he was already thought of as a funny one because of the vampire bit. “Guess it never occurred to me that I should try it,” Steve shrugged, zero effort put into the little white lie. In actuality, he thought about it all the time, and how it was strange he had never even asked his dad to show him how to fly. Maybe it was the hope that one day he would manage to turn into a bat like full vampires could.

The girl offered a lesson in flying as she stood up, and Steve was about to accept, only stopping when she called him ‘Yankee Doodle’. Some ground rules were going to have to be laid out now, because he was beginning to get tired of being mistaken for another American student. “I prefer not to be lumped in with them,” he explained, catching the broom in both hands as she threw it at him. “Came from Canada with my sister. I’m sure we can agree that our friendly Americans are…too much sometimes.” Steve flashed a toothy smile before turning his attention on the broom in his hands. Over the summer, he had spent a significant amount of time in Diagon Alley looking at the Quidditch stores and trying to decide if he was able to play on the school teams or not. This specific broom was one of the higher end ones, indicative of a player who either had a ton of money or was at a skill level that required a tool of this caliber. “But I’ll still take that lesson if the offer stands for a Canadian.”

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WITH A SHORT LAUGH ANA INITIALLY DIDN'T believe what she was hearing. How did flying just never occur to somebody? It was a ridiculous notion for Ana to even think, but one hard look at the transfers face confirmed Ana's biggest fear for him. He was telling that truth. "That's insane!" She scoffed, shaking her head with hands still braced on her hips. "You poor boy." But, that didn't mean Ana couldn't save him. She was quick to offer a lesson, though stopped short when he corrected her.

"My bad," She said with a cheerful grin, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "You're two are unique then, huh?" A smirk on her face as she sauntered up to him. "Guess you just came at the wrong time. With that accent and... that face." She motioned at his display of sharp cheekbones and artfully swept hair. "You scream Hollywood." She clasped his shoulder as she turned in a circle around him stopping at his back as she nudged his elbow. "I'll teach you how to summon her first." She whispered in to his shoulder, peering around him to catch his eye once before nodding her head towards the ground.

"She's pretty easy going," Ana explained, referring to her prize broom. "You just gotta talk sweet to her." Ghosting her hand over Steve's, Ana gripped it and lifted it out in front of him, moving to stand at his side so he could copy her. "Flirt with her a little, eh?" She told him, smirking in challenge. She wasn't joking, though. Brooms could be nasty, just like any magical implement. "Reach out over her... breathe in... and say Up!" The broom seemed to shiver at the sound of Ana's voice, but stayed relatively put, waiting for Steve's command. 

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Now Steve was questioning if his parents had done him and Nora a disservice by not pushing broom riding more back home. They probably didn’t trust the two of them to keep it under wraps. Living so close to a no-maj community meant they had to be quiet about a lot of things. Especially that nasty little blood-drinking habit of theirs. Luckily there were enough weirdos and social outcasts up there (both magical and non), that the Kolstads were par for the course when it came to a lot of things. He didn’t actually know if his twin could fly or not. Nora was always out and about that it was definitely a possibility she could have snuck the family broom out of the house in the middle of the night and gone for a cruise on it.

“Not a problem,” he waved off her assumption that he was another one of the Americans. It was a pretty easy mistake to make, considering. Unique wasn’t even the beginning of it. Sounding and looking like the other new students got the two of them half-way there, but the little vampire tidbit was always Steve’s favorite bomb to drop. The slight confusion that would wash over the other person’s face and then the inevitable question about how a half-vampire was different than a full one, and if he was actually serious about all of it. Steve knew he wasn’t the type to always be taken serious. His jokes and flirtatious nature were contrary of his blood drinking and dislike of the sun. “Hollywood?” he repeated, a smug expression playing on his face. “I’ll take that one.”

In that time, the girl had approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, further explaining that she was going to show him how to summon and ride the broom. Perfect. “See, that’s something I’m pretty good at,” Steve chuckled. Flirting with a broom? No problem. The girl made it sound like the thing was the stubborn type – it would need to get to know him first before letting him on. That was easy enough. He stuck his hand out above the broom, as instructed, and stared down at the broom. “She have a name?” he turned to look at the girl, trying to insinuate that he wanted to know hers as well. “Don’t want to be calling her Broom the entire time if she’s used to something else.”

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STANDING BESIDE HIM ANA TURNED HER HEAD slightly to flash a small smirk at him as he spoke of his flirting expertise. "Oh yeah?" She teased, quirking her brows, before shifting her weight from foot to foot and lifting her hand. "Guess we'll see." And then she instructed him on how to begin, enthused by the prospect of teaching him something she cared about a lot. And she was fairly confident that she could do so, even with a novice.

"I call her Fidanka," She answered with a fond smile, staring down at her broom as if it were a swaddled newborn - soft and a little bit adoring. "She was a gift, I got her when I qualified for the Hufflepuff team." Ana bragged.

Her broomstick was long, with sleek ridges and a polished but worn dip for a seat. The tail groomed, the bristles brushed and moulded to a point, held by a golden frame that jutted out two shining stirrups. "You can call me Ana," She said after a second, her smile crooked as she leaned in to him a little bit just to say. "We're a matching pair." But, after a moment she slapped her hands and squared her shoulders. "Now... Up!" 

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“It’s one of my Hollywood qualities. I’m not one of those lecherous kinds though,” he patted the broom, as if to comfort it like it was a real, living thing, “So she doesn’t have to worry about me handling her roughly. I like to think I have a gentle touch.” In reality, he had no idea how he was going to react once the broom took off. In his head, Steve was pretty sure he would get a grasp on it immediately, but he knew that probably wasn’t what was going to happen. His balance was going to be thrown off, and if he didn’t lurch headfirst off the front of the broom, he was probably going to spin off of it and end up upside-down, hanging on for dear life. The one time where being a full vampire would be useful, because then he could save himself from falling by turning into a bat. “Nice to meet you Fid-” Steve started stumbling over the broom’s name, obviously not accustomed to whatever the name originated from. “Sorry, one more time?” He should have known better, his dad was Norwegian. They had plenty of difficult words and phrases, and while Steve wasn’t fluent in Norwegian, he could still understand what was being said and use context clues. That was sort of impossible to do with a name.

The girl explained that she had received the broom as a gift for getting onto her house team, which was Hufflepuff, causing Steve to nod his head. So she was one of the really good players here! “Making the house teams can’t be no small feat, right?” He assumed they functioned like the sports teams he always tried out for back home, but never made it onto because the tryouts took place during the day. When the sun was out. When he was at a severe disadvantage and always being drained of his life force.

He grinned as the girl leaned in and revealed her name was Ana, even going as far as to say that she was a matching pair with the broom, which had Steve’s lips twitching to ask which part about what she had previously said was matching about them. He didn’t get a chance though because she stepped away, not even giving him time to squeak out his own name, and commanded the broom to go up. It listened to its master, and Steve felt his feet lift off the ground, causing him to react exactly how he thought he would, his body wobbling to and fro at the sudden weightlessness he was experiencing, his knuckles turning white as he held onto the broom’s neck with a vice-like grip. “How do you-” he began to ask, before suddenly sliding to his left and falling off of the broom, landing on his back with a thud. Even though he had only been a few feet off the ground, it still hurt. “How do you stay on?” he finished his question, letting it out in a forced breath as he stayed where he was on the ground, watching the broom maintain its hover right above him.

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ANA HAD TO ASK HERSELF IF THE BOY WAS FOR real, her smile crooked as she watched him pat her broom like an old friend. She rarely met someone so ready to personalise her most favoured possession, but he ran with it smoothly. He was charming, but she already knew that, snickering at him as she crossed her arms. "I bet you tell that to all the ladies." She quirked a brow at him, but didn't hold him to it. Ana had a feeling he could talk himself out of just about anything. It had the be the hair...

"Fid-anka," Ana said again, slower this time. It wasn't very English, after all, and sometimes she forgot. "It means 'Sapling' in Bulgarian." She was grinning at the stupid look on his face, shrugging her shoulders and refusing to defend it. It was a good name. Strong, and appropriate for a broom made out of oak.

As for the Hufflepuff team, Ana pondered his assumption before tilting her head so-so. "It's not that hard," She admitted, because Puff's were fairly inclusive and where open to teaching anyone if they were willing to put in the effort. "Puff's aren't really known for leaving people out." She told him, leaning in to do so. She was pretty competitive, but Ana liked teaching people, so even dead weight were worth saving in her opinion. Though, sometimes she lost her cool, but that wasn't a huge surprise. "But, I'm... also really good." She smirked at that, self-satisfied.

Commanding the broom was easy for Ana, they'd long since come to a mutual agreement and she'd never had an issue controlling her. Steve, however, wasn't as lucky. His feet left the ground reluctantly, toes pointing towards it as if yearning for the stability, it was a common reaction for newbies. He was loose at the waist, and Ana wasn't surprised when he soon wavered and landed on his back. It was a good thing he'd only been about a foot off the ground.

"Oh!" Ana exclaimed, almost gleeful, stepping forward quickly and crouching beside him as he lay flat on the ground. She laughed openly, shoulders shaking. "You have to fall a few times." She patted his shoulder, looking at his face upside down. "We've all been there." Though Ana had taken to her starter broom like a grindylow to water. She leaned over his face, grinning wildly, tendrils of loose brown hair tickling her cheeks as her laugh died down slowly. "You have to clench your thighs," She whispered, almost conspiratorially. She used one hand and gripped his shoulder tightly - demonstrating, "Use both hands - tightly." And then, lifting her other hand, she pressed a single finger to his nose before pulling away, crossing her eyes slightly. "And last, stare straight ahead."  

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Steve mirrored her raised eyebrow, putting his index finger up to his lips as she guessed his not so secret, secret. He did indeed say that to all the ladies, but it wasn’t like he didn’t mean it. There wasn’t enough time in the world to lie, so telling them the truth was a lot easier. That and it made them trust him faster, and it wasn’t like he was untrustworthy to begin with. Charisma and charm were Steve’s greatest qualities, or so he liked to think. Transferring that from the girls he normally flirted with to a broom would be simple, maybe even more challenging than they were. A magical piece of wood that could fly certainly sounded more finicky than any girl he was trying to get with.

“Fidanka,” Steve repeated slowly but surely. Ana explained that it was Bulgarian, and he nodded his head, understanding it a little more than he had previously. “You’d think I’d know how to pronounce things. My dad is Norwegian,” shrugging his shoulders in a lackadaisical manner, he returned his attention to the broom, Fidanka. Naming it like a pet probably gave it all the personality that it needed, and showed it love. Just like a wand. In a way, they were similar enough to one another. They were tools, but also friends, and treating them the right way would only make them more trustworthy. Ana clearly treated her broom properly because it was willing to give him a shot on it. “You’ll have to let me know when your games are then,” Steve mused at her self-confidence as he continued watching the broom beneath his hands.

But it didn’t stay there for long, and landing on his back was about as embarrassing as he thought it would be, especially with the self-proclaimed, ‘really good’ Quidditch player laughing at his mishap. Still, Steve grinned up at her, attempting to pull himself up to a sitting position a few times, failing twice before finally using his arms as an anchor. “This is more complicated than I thought,” he shook his head as Ana gave another brief explanation on what he was supposed to do in order to accomplish flight, the boop on his nose being the cherry on top of it all. “Fidanka isn’t going to be easy on me, is she?” he asked, standing up and brushing the loose grass off of his back before reaching for the broom again. “Taking advantage of my gentleness, tut tut Fidanka.”

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THERE WAS NO DOUBT IN ANA'S MIND THAT SHE had met a fearsome opponent. As flirting was one of her most favoured pastimes, she didn't mind a little company. But, she was also fiercely competitive. There was an awful good chance that she'd go to loggerheads with the funny little Canadian. Not that she minded, not one little bit. So she smirked at him, encouraged and impressed.

"Oh!" She sang, lightened and curious, this was better news than listening to him butcher her poor broomsticks name all day. "I've been to Norway." She said with a smile. "Saw them play Bulgaria once." She placed one hand on her cocked hip, a self-satisfied little smirk on her face. "We kicked your butts." And they had, because her father had been playing and nobody beat her father on the field unless they were truly extraordinary.

"I'll save you a seat in our stands," She winked, because he had to cheer for her, if that was the case. "You don't mind hats, do you?" She teased him, eyeing up his impressive quaffed hair. No wonder he didn't like flying, it would flatten his creation in moments. Ana had long since grown to appreciate the 'wind-swept and interesting' look. It was the only one she wore with any kind of enthusiasm or consistency.

Watching him fall was spectacular, and he took it with great humour. Ana preferred those kinds of students. He's one she could get used to. His smile as pretty as it was charming. She felt herself soften under it slightly. Ana was in danger of becoming distracted. "Fidanka doesn't know the meaning of the word," She declared, standing up and slapping her thighs briskly, she hopped once when she was there. Full of restless energy.

"Now, do you wanna know how it feels to really fly..?" Ana asked, lifting her brows and eyeing him in her periphery. She plucked the broom from his hands and parked herself on it with ease. Fidanka shivered with movement at the prospect of a proper rider. "Hop on the back, Hollywood." She gestured to the slither of space between her and the brush at the end. The stirrups gleaming gold. "Unless you're frightened..." The dare was loud and clear, her smirk as teasing as it was relentless. 

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“I didn’t know my dad was a fan of Quidditch until that day,” Steve said rather indignantly. “If I had known, I’d probably be zooming around up there with you right now.” His finger was pointed to the sky, and he made the mistake of following the line of sight, his eyes getting a nice blast from the setting sun. Now his face was definitely going to be burned later. “Awesome. I’ve never been to one before.” He probably sounded like a country hick or something right about now. Had never ridden a broom or been to a Quidditch match. Steve couldn’t speak for the other transfer students, but he was pretty sure that none of them were lame enough that they would skip out on either of those past times. There were too many other factors he had to deal with due to his affliction, so of course it could keep him from something as fun as flying a broom. “If it’s sunny out during it, I’ll definitely be wearing one. My beautiful skin burns easily,” he flipped his hair around a bit for effect. There wasn’t much beauty to his pallor, but anything was better than patchy spots of peeling skin or raw red splotches. The sun was his greatest nemesis.

Steve almost asked which word Ana meant, gentle or easy, when it came to the broom not knowing, but he was sure it was a little bit of both. It was an intense tool, and he definitely hadn’t expected it to have so much personality. Ana took her broom back and then posed her challenge; to see how it really was to fly. Steve found that to be a hard offer to pass up and immediately positioned himself in the remaining space on the broom. “Do your worst,” he threw back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist knowing full well that he was going to be launched off the back of the broom if he didn’t.

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ANA LIVED FOR GAMES. BOTH QUIDDITCH AND football. She didn't care about academics or the benefits of silence. She wanted the thrum of noise in her chest. The stands awash with her teams colours as they hollered in unison, like a great wave. "Oh, you'd love it." Ana said surely, her grin wild and unkempt. "The atmosphere is just..." She shook her head and shucked her shoulders. "It's like the ultimate high."

Looking at Steve more closely, Ana saw that he was rather pale. She wasn't exactly tanned herself, but Ana took a nice colour in the summer. "Hm," She mused, her nose wrinkling slightly as she fought off a wicked smile. "You are pretty pale..." She hadn't realised beforehand. Too busy admiring his pretty face and her even prettier broom. But, that didn't matter. "I'll get a badger hat for my next game." She lifted her brows daringly, as if he might protest. That was the beauty of the transfers, though. They didn't have even a fraction of the house loyalty that some of her other classmates.

Swinging her leg over her broom, Ana half expected that Steve would refuse. Her eyes were narrow and her smirk sharp, but he hopped on the back without much thought at all. Ana's spine straightened and when he wrapped his arms around her waist she took a moment to position them firmly. Overlapping his hands with a lingering pat of reassurance before, finally, she barked a mad laugh, bent her knees and shot straight up in to the sky.

Steve's grip tightened on her waist, and she turned her head slightly to check he was still firmly in place as she took to the skies above the field. The stands were bare, but she imagined them filled with Hufflepuff's and Gryffindors. All chanting her name as she swerved and zig-zagged through the air. The wind was whistling in her ears, hair flattened against her skull as she bent forward and pulled Steve with her. "Hold on tight!" She warned him, still laughing maniacally as she shot towards the nearest hoops. She didn't have her beater, or anything in particular to score, but the gap between all three was like a target. She swanned towards it, her knees pulled up, Steve's arms digging in to her hips.

With a slight lean, Ana sent them rolling on to their sides as she shot through the gap before quickly righting them and coming to a full step, sending Steve's hard body right in to her back. She humphed at the weight before snorting. "Did you close your eyes?" She asked him, her voice deceptively low and even in comparison to her frenzied yelling from before. She turned her head, releasing one hand from the front of her broom so that she could shift and try and catch his eye. She felt no fear that her broom would fail her, gripped tight between her thighs. "Check out the view..." She told him, her grin impressive, a halo of hair pulled out of its ponytail and sticking in every direction. 

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