sortinghat_logs | Fly into the sun and become legendaryyyyy.

WHO: Sybille Matteris (Mindfang) and Peter Banks (Summoner)
TONE: Light and silly and fun!! ~~shut up I know I am terrible at this.~~
RATING: PG? If necessary I'll update
WHEN: The morning, just before dawn.
WHERE: The quidditch pitch.
WHAT: Peter promised her a flying lesson, and Sybille is not one to refuse offers.
STATUS: Ongoing. Like all of my logs. Forever.

It was early. Perhaps a bit too early for her meeting with Professor Banks, but Sybille didn't believe in being "fashionably late", and she felt that arriving before anyone else gave her an advantage. (Whether it did or not didn't really matter.)

She tightened the grip on her broom, which wasn't actually her broom. It was still a far cry better than the ones the flying teachers used for their lessons, and Sybille wouldn't be caught dead on anything as beat up and mediocre. She glanced around the quidditch pitch, which she had only been in a handful of times as a spectator. She still didn't really understand the appeal of the sport or flying in general, as their were far more convenient methods of travel that didn't leave you at the mercy of the elements. There was just something about the almost endearingly enthusiastic professor, and that something was enough to pull her out of bed and onto the field.

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If Sybille had gotten up early, Peter had gotten up exceptionally early. Or perhaps it would be more fair to say that he hadn't even slept inside the night before. He'd been too wired for reasons, some of them to do with the bruising around his wrists and throat, and found the forest more comfortable. He'd been circling not far from the field when he noticed her and his playful instincts had taken hold.

So he waited until she was out on the field and silently swooped down on his broom and pulled to a stop behind her. It was one of the best models available, of course, but not a flashy one. He couldn't hide his grin when he spoke. "Good morning!"

If Sybille seemed startled, it was only to play along with Peter. She wasn't surprised. Really! Honest.

She also tried to smile back, but it was hard to frown and look serious around the younger professor. Which, quite frankly, wasn't fair. The one thing she didn't try to hide was her gaze, which lingered on his bruises.

"I'm surprised you're up this early," she muttered, brushing hair from her face. "I was half expecting you to be late. It seems like be all accounts you should have been."

Sure she was only playing along. Sure. But even if she was, Peter was pleased by the reaction, smile lighting up even further. Somebody was acting just a little bit like a smitten schoolboy.

If a smitten schoolboy had the skill to flip fully around on his broom without falling and dressed in punk fashion, aside from the leaves in his hair. He was careless about hiding the bruises--one a clear imprint of a hand, and another looking suspiciously like a bite--and in fact seemed blissfully unaware if them, in spite of the fact that they looked like they hurt.

"I'm usually up with the sun! Why waste more time sleeping than I have to? But I did have the advantage of napping out in the forest last night so I was already out here and waiting."

He hopped off the broom finally, and came right up to her, grinning and apparently unaware of the concept of personal space. Or just ignoring it entirely. "Ready to fly?"

She totally was. There is no proof otherwise.

She pursed her lips at the bruises, but she was far too classy to right out ask about them. She had her suspicions, either way. "You slept in the forest. Isn't that a bit risky? At least, I suppose, if you sleep high in the trees."

She tightened the grip on her broom, her face smoothing into a small, barely there smile. She was, seemingly, unphased by his proximity, but she had quick enough reactions to knock him flat if he made any movements she could interpret as threatening. You never did really forget training that beat it into your head anyone could kill you.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"Aren't most things in life risky? But yes I was up in the trees." He smiled with a touch of what could only be fondness as he glanced over at the trees. For a moment he was actually quiet, but then he burst up into even more energy, slinging his broom casually over his shoulder and encompassing the pitch with a motion of his hand.

"Take a nice circle around. Let's see what you can do!"

"Most things in life are relatively tame. You have to look for risk." She smirked at him, mounting her broom with relative ease. It wasn't hard to kick off into the air, floating a few feet above Peter.

"Pardon me if I'm a bit rusty. I haven't ridden a broom in years." She smirked a bit, tilting her broom up and going higher. If Peter wanted more conversation, he'd have to go after her.

He was already mounted by the time she took off, circling slowly but gracefully to observe from every angle. Entirely for the broomwork, of course. He'd never even--

Well he would, but it was actually mostly the broomwork, for now. "Keep going! Let me see everything you know. That way I'll know everything that needs improving!"

Fly into the sun and become legendaryyyyy.

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