Separated at Hogwarts {Open}

[Rach_E_L]

She was in red, while her sister was in yellow.
The Gryffindor girl was sad that she couldn't be with her twin, who had gone to Hufflepuff, and that was stopping her with a lot of things. How could Tam sleep at night if she didn't know whether her sister was ok or not? The Seventh floor was a long way from the kitchens.
But, it wasn't night. It was day; the first year witch was on the Quidditch field, looking at the hoops. She wasn't allowed a broom from home yet, so she had an old Cleansweep Seven in her fragile hands. One of the oldest brooms in the shed, and she was here to practise on it. This girl wasn't a Muggle-born, so she wasn't clueless when it came to magic, but she was a half blood; her mother was a Muggle. Her mother had been wary of the girls learning magic, and did her best to keep it to a minimum. However, when the Hogwarts letters came, Shailee couldn't stop the twins doing magic anymore, and here they were.
Although, Dizzy was meant to be here by now. Her sister sighed as she sat on the sand under the hoops, leaning against one of the poles. It was cold, which wasn't surprising. It was almost Christmas time, and any day they could be expecting snow.
Snow would be one good thing in this endless, lonely term.
After all, the little witch had no friends at the moment. She kept herself to herself, and wasn't really good at talking to people she didn't know, unlike her sister. Dizzy was one of the most popular girls in Hufflepuff, and one of the only ones that could pull off the yellow and still look good.
The redhead stared at the broom in her hand, debating whether she should start flying or not. She'd had a few flying lessons and she had really enjoyed them. She wasn't bad either, and thought that maybe she could try out for the Quidditch team next year if she trained hard enough. She had been carefully considering which spot to try for, too.
A Seeker wasn't for her, to start. A Seeker needed to be fast, agile, and good at avoiding distractions - meaning, not her. A Chaser meant working in a team of three, and Tam wasn't good at working in a team. A Keeper needed to be able to catch, and the child couldn't catch a basketball in slow motion from three feet. So, the only spot left was a Beater.
At first glance, no one would notice why it was so perfect for her. She seemed like a small, fragile child, delicate and barely able to lift a finger to a fly. But underneath her baggy blouse and long, black robes, she was strong. She didn't do any physical activities for lessons, so she made up for it by running around the Quidditch field a few times a day and going down by the Forbidden Forest to lift weights; weight that she, of course, made with a wave of her wand. Not that she would ever go close to the Forbidden Forest, she just went close enough that people wouldn't bother her.
The witch shivered involuntary. It was getting too cold out here.

((BTW I used this to find the girls' houses - www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/HarryPotter/Docs/Quiz-House.html
Just in case you wish to find your character's house~))

[Meduzia]

AMGYES. Totally throwing characters in. Just lemme solve that quiz and mash something up. Ramiel is totally a teacher- /shot

[Rach_E_L]

Amg finally a reply :'D
_{Expected you to reply to it from the beginning //shotdead}

Omg. Ramiel can be Dumbledore. With a beard.
I'm totally drawing this.
Just saying |D

[Meduzia]

Ah, so I did quiz only for Faith and Alan cause I've done it before and it got boring |D They're actually nephew and uncle, but, for the sake of AU, they'll be brothers. The difference will stay 10-ish years though. Also may drop Ramiel in as a teacher, just need to figure out what he would teach ahaha Apparentlyhe'saGryfftoo8D Also made Alan older than Tam and Dizzy cause I absolutely LOATHE having to RP anything younger than 13. So:

Alan - 13 - Gryffindor
Faith - 23-ish - former Ravenclaw (how did this happen? //ming// /shotsomanytimes)
Ramiel - 23-ish - former Gryffindor

Also, Sylvia that is mention is Faith's actual sister. In AU she's fewer years older than him. In reality, she has a son that is 2 years older than Faith himself |D Messed up family LOL]]

"You are going to get me into trouble!" - third year hissed at his older brother as the other urged him towards the Quidditch pitch - "You are not supposed to be here!" - he tried reasoning again, but Faith Flynn only 'Mhmm'ed at him and urged him forward. Frankly said, he did not care. He was at Hogsmeade this weekend and, since he was free the upcoming week decided to pay a visit to his friend teaching at Hogwarts.

"Faith, I am being serious!" - Alan practically shrieked and turned around, rather paranoid for somebody who was 13 years old. His freckled older brother just shrugged, blue eyes restlessly going over the Quidditch field.

"So am I, Al. I don't really care if you get into trouble. What, you think that I haven't already sneaked in at the middle of the day?!" - older elaborated - "Besides, mother got angry that you sent an owl instead of text. She won't listen to me when I tell her technology doesn't work at Hogwarts."

Older brother rolled his eyes, but so did younger. For a moment, they looked very alike, even though Faith was definitely more effeminate of the two, with long hair and all. Alan thought how he could be mistaken for a student too. After all, he was all in blue and silver, from his blue pants to striped tie. Some colors you never stop wearing, he supposed. Alan himself was sorted in Gryffindor. It was a great surprise when Faith didn't get sorted there, but they supposed it must've been on their mother's side - woman was a Muggle after all.

"I can just IMAGINE how she reacts to Sylvia marrying a pureblood." - the two snorted, their actions identical. It wasn't unknown that their Muggle mother nearly hated everything that was magical. Just like they were purebloods who discriminated Muggles, there were Muggles who discriminated purebloods. Just as Faith was about to comment on something else, he noticed a student standing there.

"Oh my God~! Is that a child?" - he asked, as if he has never seen a kid in his life before - "Your fellow Gryff too~! Let's meet them! Ray's gonna be late anyway..." - Faith was rambling and Alan tuned him out as they approached the girl who was leaning against the hoops.

"Hello!" - the older called out. Obviously he did not have problem hanging out with kids. Gryffindor only growled and pushed his older brother towards the girl. If he just HAD to talk to her, then he will.

"You practicing?" - Faith asked and Alan grumbled once more. He didn't like Quidditch all too much. He was much more into subjects like Charms, Potions, Herbology... And pretty much anything that didn't include any physical activation. While Faith here was playing as Quidditch Keeper professionally. That was just Alan's luck.

[Rach_E_L]

((Ah, so much info xD but ok, I've got it e u e
Or I'll look back at it if I'm lost |D //shotdead))

The redhead had watched the two brothers as they approched the field. She had done what she did best - kept quiet and tried to blend in. Not much bravery for someone supposedly in the house famous for its courage.
She had hugged the broom against herself and pulled her robes closer. Wasn't there any warmer uniform? But at least it wasn't compulsary to wear a skirt. The eleven year old would've froze.
When she heard one of then (the older, the witch assumed) call out to her, she had jumped violently in surprise and stood there, staring at him for a few awkward seconds. Thankfully, she regained the ability to talk, after being shocked that someone noticed her, let alone talk to her.
"Uh, y-yeah," she shyly replied, holding the broom slightly in front of her, as if it could hide her. "I'm just waiting for my sister. I'm Tamitha Night, or Tam for short."
And she stopped, about to tell them about herself, when she realised they probably didn't care. Older boys coming and asking a first year if she was practising? They wanted to take a fly, not hear her life story. Maybe she should just tell the boys (brothers, maybe?) that the pitch was theirs to use, and she could come back another day. As she was about to, a surge of Gryffindor bravery swept the statement away and she was saying something else.
"What year are you in?" Her quiet voice blurted. The lion inside her said that if they were second or third years, she might be able to stand her ground and continue to wait for her sister. Any older, and she's squeak and run away like a mouse.

[Meduzia]

While Alan had kept quiet - always so distrusting of other people, vary of their presence until they got to know them - Faith was smiling broadly.

"Aspiring Quidditch player? That's awesome, you know~" - he said. Of course it was. It was awesome for him, because he played it. Alan scowled. It wasn't Faith who got asked 'How can you NOT play?' every day. However, Faith continued to ramble on to the child.

"What position are you trying for~? Maybe I can help you, yes? I've tried every position, at least casually, with some friends." - he explained and 'Mhmm'ed again, nodding.

"That's cool too~ I'm waiting for somebody too." - it seemed like older male had no order of speaking or, for that matter, thinking, as he just seemed to blurt out whatever was on his mind at the time. It was a surprise, Alan thought again, how he wasn't in Gryffindor. What has gotten Faith into Ravenclaw, if Sorting Hat never fails? Wittiness? Surely not his intelligence! Did the man have any? Probably. Alan assumed that it had to be competitiveness. Faith wanted to be best, and to be best in everything. It was widely known that Ravenclaws are read to stick knife to each other's back, just for sake of being at the top.

"Oh, I'm Charles Ravensdale, but please do call me Faith. This squirt here, it's my brother Alan." - he nodded and introduced both himself and Alan.

"I'm Gryffindor, third year. And Faith graduated... six years ago, I think." - Alan interfered before Faith could say something else and, possibly, ruin his reputation with comment like 'this baby here'...

"Do you know how to fly?" - he asked further, leaving his 10 years older brother to grumble to himself - "If you do, we can fly together. Or if you're scared of heights" "Yes like you." "Shut up, Charles." "Don't call me-" "Or if you are scared of heights, you can go with him too. He plays Quidditch a lot. Won't drop you or anything."

Alan shrugged, ignoring Faith's attempts of making conversation 'Why would you do that-' 'Yes, I do play' 'Where do you think Ramiel-' 'What house is your sister i-'

"Unless he thinks, of course, that you could be better than him." - Alan tried being witty, but he assumed it was... not very successful. - "I'm just joking though. He doesn't drop people from brooms." - he added, just to make sure.

[Rach_E_L]

Tam could almost feel herself getting smaller as the boys talked. Why, oh why was she so damn shy? It was intimidating, watching the brothers talk.

"Oh, um, I-I'm not trying out for a position," she brushed some stray stands of hair off her pale face. "I mean, I'm only a first year, I'd never get onto the team, even if I'd actually flown a broom before Hogwarts . . ." The miserable girl trailed off, silently cursing her mother for keeping her away from magic as much as possible, while thinking that Faith was an odd name.

The witch almost squeaked when she heard that both boys were older than her. A third year, no less, and an ex-student! To make things worse, he graduated six years ago! Six! That was before her magic had even begun to appear! What did that make 'Faith'? Twenty . . . three? Two? There was a reason the child wasn't in Ravenclaw.

But this Faith, he dressed in the Ravenclaw colours. It was like he was still at school. Why would anyone still keep their school colours, especially that long after graduating? Well, maybe it was a coincidence. Or maybe he was trying to mess with people, or play a prank on the person he was waiting for. No, this friend he was waiting for. The witch's heart ached at the thought of her having no one to pull pranks with.

Or, maybe she would. Alan, he was in Gryffindor. Yes, he was two years older than her, but they still shared a common room. Maybe he could be the company she was craving so much. Or at least someone to say hello to her, which was better than the girls in her year did. The Slytherins were the worst, teasing her because she had a Muggle mother, because she actually tried in her lessons, because she was an outcast in her own house. The girl tried not to think about it.

Surprising herself, Tam gave a small laugh when Alan and Faith exchanged 'brotherly insults', as her father called them. It was high and tinkling, like a crystal bell, and even though it was small, it was powerful and loud, to let them know she found the two amusing.

"Don't worry, I'm not scared of heights," she smiled as her shyness melted away. "And yeah, I've had a few flying lessons. I'm okay at it, I suppose, but I need to get better."

Not sure if she should answer Alan or Faith first, she tried to compromise. "I think I could do a little better than him." A cocky smile played with her lips. "My sister would probably just end up watching, so we could start before she got here. She's in Hufflepuff, can you believe it?"

The laugh came back. Longer this time, but none the less sweet and musical. She felt happy with these two, happier than she had felt in a very long time. And now she was going to play Quidditch with them.

The eleven year old mounted her broom and shot up about ten feet into the air. The steering was slightly off, a little too much to the left, but it was fine for looping around the field one and descending so she was of equal height with the brothers, which still made her quite a bit off the ground. A short child if you ever saw one.

"Will you both be playing?"

[Meduzia]

"Oh that's just fine too~!" - Faith shook his hand, with this gesture trying to tell her that he didn't mind. After all, they had all started once. And she did say that she flew before Hogwarts too... Of wizarding heritage, then? Faith assumed it would be rather rude of him to ask. She might as well be a pureblood, and those took offense in a lot of things.

"Let me reword that~" - he smiled once again - "What position do you want to try for?" - he asked, insistent on getting his answers. After all, speaking of Quidditch would always pick his interest.

"Are you alright?" - he asked, girl's discomfort obvious. Faith himself found it strange, but then again, he was 12 years older than her and had 23 years of life behind him, no matter how meaningless those first 5 or 6 years were. He's seen signs of anxiety like this when Alan had first started to Hogwarts - he always kept complaining how he'll never find any friends, be any good at any subjects... And he wasn't too bad really.

Faith himself had enough confidence to share it with other two. When the girl said she wasn't scared of heights, he nodded and pulled his long hair into a ponytail - not that it shortened it greatly, but at least it didn't fall into his eyes. On his striped blue and silver tie were place three pink pins. He took two of them and pulled his long bangs back.

"Need something for hair?" - he asked and offered one to Tam. Meanwhile, Alan was already seating himself.

"Of course, is that strange in your family, to be Hufflepuffs?" - younger of brothers spoke - "In our family it's... well we're mixed, but for major part we are Gryffs. This is first Ravenclaw. People are still wondering." - he sighed melodramatically. Faith grimaced and ignored his younger brother.

"So, what do you have there, deary?" - he asked, looking at her broom - "Ah Cleansweep~ I suppose they wouldn't be mad if we broke them or anything, so I might as well get one like that to myself." - he smiled and got his wand out from back pocket of his jeans. He was a Ravenclaw, at age of 23, one would think that Faith would be good with wandless magic. Well... emergencies only, it seemed. He tried to imagine another broom of that type. How do you summon something you know visually nothing about? Well, he knew where it was kept, but he just couldn't be bothered to move. He 'Accio'ed the broom. Miraculously, it worked. He mounted the broom - it was a little worse than he was used to, but over the years Faith changed all types of brooms - pretty much as well as positions.

"No, I'm good." - Alan responded to Tam and waved slightly, while Faith was taking off and adjusting to his new broom. He even managed to flip over few times, basically giving Alan a mini-heart attack, but then he realized Faith was messing with him and turning upside down in the air on purpose, to scare him. He glared at his brother, freckled face becoming really red in anger, but he said nothing.

[Rach_E_L]

"Ah, uh, well," She hesitated. It seemed stupid, and it must sound like a toddler saying they're going to swim the Atlantic in a week. She spoke in a rush. "I guess I'd love to be a Beater. You know, I'm stronger than I look, and I love Quidditch, but I don't suit any other position. I don't work well in a team, I can't catch, I'm not fast or good at defending-" She stopped quickly. Babbling. Stupid girl.

"I'm fascinated in Quidditch," She quickly changed the subject. "I practically shower with my Quidditch Through The Ages book. I've learnt so much from it!" Tam beamed.

A small nod and a fake smile. That was all she needed, apart from a few words. "Yes, I'm fine." Not for the first time, the witch noticed how different her accent was. Heavily tinted Spanish, because she hadn't lived anywhere else until three years ago. They had moved back to her father's country then with the intention (although the twins didn't know it at the time) of sending them to Hogwarts. "I'm fine."

She shook her head quickly. "I'm too fond of feeling the wind in my hair. It feels good, no?" Her head tilted in a cute smile, like a true child, turning quickly to Alan. "Oh, not at all~! My father was a Hufflepuff, and his father was a Ravenclaw, and my grandmother was a Gryffindor. Oh," she stopped once again. "I must be boring you. I've got a very mixed family."

The witch shrugged at the name of the borrowed broom. "That's true, they're not exactly expensive, and they're pretty old." She shifted and landed the broom gracefully. "I'd rather have my broom, but first years aren't allowed brooms. I have a Nimbus 1500, second hand, because they're so expensive. We're not very, rich, you might say."

Talking about her family's money was a dodgy subject. Her father was trying to get a job in Hogwarts after quitting his job in the Ministry of Magic, but so far it was unsuccessful. Her mother was a waitress in a Muggle restaurant, but that was only just covering everything.

With a sigh, she turned her attention to Faith doing magic. It looked pretty impressive. What did he say? Accio? Defiantly a spell to practise. Or maybe she shouldn't. After all, he was in his twenties and she was only a first year. And he did it without a wand, which impressed the Gryffindor witch very much. She hadn't seen anyone do it before, so she stood there with a look of awe on her face as she watched him scare his brother.

Tam took off on the broom again and soared up until she was higher than the goal posts, imagining she was a female version of one of the infamous Broadmoor brothers, Kevin and Karl. Her favourite pair of Beaters, she had read all about them in Quidditch Through The Ages, about their fourteen suspensions for being too rough. She secretly hoped she could play for a famous Quidditch team and be as rough as them. The Holyhead Harpies were her favourite. She giggled aloud at the thought of being one of their Beaters.

"Come on," she called to Faith, watching him. "Have you got anything for a Quaffle? Or shall I get one from the school?"

[Meduzia]

"Actually, I think you can be pretty awesome at anything. At age of eleven, I was still kinda small, so everybody thought I'd be a Seeker - those need to be very small and light. Kinda like you aha~" - he smiled good-heartedly - "But then I grew longer and longer ((he's 6 feet 2 inches tall)), so it was obvious I'm for some other position. Like Keeper, my current one~" - Faith explained, not being at all bored by what child was saying to him. After all, when he was 11, he wanted somebody to listen to him too.

"That's awesome~!" - he said and laughed, brushing few strands he didn't catch with pins out of his eyes - "I used to play Quidditch with my father when I was young, though it was only for short while. He let me ride with him on the broom, because I still wasn't at Hogwarts, but I never actually got to like it until maybe... third or fourth year. Then at fifth I applied for Chaser and played it until seventh year. Then Keeper got injured and of course, 'let's send Faith to the position~ He's long and dangling, he can just... stretch himself and catch the ball'." - he mocked in comical voice, sounding neither male nor female - "Had somebody told me I'd be Keeper for a real Quidditch team, outside of the country too, I would have told them that they are, simply put, crazy."

Unlike the girl, Faith didn't like getting his hair in his face - probably because he was male, no matter how unbelievable that sounded. As a male, he was used to a lot of sweating, especially underneath his long hair. And yet, he wouldn't cut it to save his life, so he had to keep it up. Because if he failed to stop the ball from going through hoops, people would blame it on the long hair.

Not to mention it was just messy during the rain, wind and storms in general.

Instead of thinking on it more, he took his wand out from his pocket again, flew above Alan and thew it on other. The younger boy was apparently zoning out, so he was startled by older's actions.

"What was that fo-" "Keep and don't break it." "You insane idiot, you deserve to have it broken." "I'm the older one here."

And here they go again. Before the Third Wizarding War took place, Alan decided it was best to shut up. He tucked Faith's wand in his robe, very aware of the habit the older had - to just leave it in his jeans and then drop it while doing some stunts. Like he just did, but he happened to be in luck and wand remained to the place.

"I think good brooms should be left for games and matches." - Faith continued talking to the girl, who was now higher than the goal posts and he approached her quickly - "You should just... you know, get used to it. But good broom is to be used for a good match, not to be wasted around." - he smiled once again.

"Oh Quaffle." - he hadn't thought about that. He turned to Alan, but was too bothered to go and retrieve his wand.

"Conjure us a Quaffle!" - he shouted and skirmishing started again.

"I can't!" "Don't you learn that stuff?!" "You graduated!" "So what, you're 3rd year!" "That's N.E.W.T.s you moron!" "And what stops you from looking it up?" "Just because you happen to like conjuring things--"

In the end, Faith gave up and conjured the Quaffle himself, not even going for his wand. Obviously, another emergency, because, he was sure, if he got close to Alan, they would fight again.

"It's not going to last though. It's just the Law, about conjured things." - he explained to the girl - "When it disappears, I'll make us a new one, how about it?"

[Rach_E_L]

((OMG, he's like a foot and a half taller than her XD She had her growth spurt at about 14, so she's like 4 ft 7 inches at the very most XD))

The witch felt her cheeks colour. She didn't get a compliment every day (or every month, for that matter) especially from an older guy. It was too bizzare to think about. "Oh, well thank you, but that means no one will pick for a Beater, right?" She said, accidentally letting disappointment lace her voice. "People always underestimate me, just because I'm small."

Her mind drifted back to the day before, when she had run into some Slytherin students. They had pushed her into a corner and jeered at her, mocked her, took her books and ripped them to pieces, all because she was too small to defend herself, even when she had tried. But that had earned her a purple bruise on her left arm. They said they would've ripped her face apart, but it was too much hassle to have evidence in plain view. She shivered so violently her broom shook for a moment.

Tam laughed once again at the brothers' actions. She paused to think about her own wand, then decided she might need it, so kept it in her robe pocket. Safely hidden from all eyes.

She watched in fascination at the small fight, and then in awe once again as Faith once again used magic without a wand. The eleven year old decided she wanted to be able to do that when she got older. She wanted more power, to prove to those Slytherins she wasn't someone they could beat up. Why wasn't she in Slytherin herself? It was suited to her - power hungry and thirsty for her to prove herself. But, she was glad she wasn't with those disgusting bullies. It's bad enough being in the most popular house with no popularity, but being unpopular in Slytherin would mean cold looks down the corridors and people overlooking her, not even acknowledging her existence, or worse - being picked on by all three houses.

A short nod said she understood. "Sure thing. Or," she added, looking down shyly. "Maybe, if it's not too advanced, you could teach me that Accio thing? I mean, I have my wand up here with me and everything, and it might be easier . . ." Her mousey voice trailed off into nothingness. You should just stay quiet, stupid girl, a silky voice dangerously whispered in her head.

[Meduzia]

"Surprise them" - Faith patted Team's hair affectionately - "If they underestimate you, you'll just leave better impression."

He thought about what girl asked him. Surely he couldn't teach her conjuring. As Alan was so kind to point it out, it was N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration. He was pretty sure right now they worked with just shape shifting. But Summoning charm seemed easy enogu, even though it was taught only later.

"Is it possible that I finally found a normal kid?' - he sighed - "Say, how about you become my sister and Alan can go take your place, yes?"

He smiled before continuing.

"Do you want to play first or study first? If I taught you spell now, we could use it on conjured Quaffle." - he explained his logic.

[Rach_E_L]

The witch liked that idea. Prove to everyone she wasn't just some short, whimpy first year who was good for a punching bag. She was strong, she had the strength of a Beater. She felt a pang of longing to be noticed by everyone, strong enough to make her eyebrows twitch once.

"Yeah, that's right!" She proudly puffed out her chest. "I'll show them how strong I am! I'll show them that I'm capable of being a Beater, and a bloody good one at that!"

Tam grinned at the thought. No longer ignored by Gryffindors, talked about by Ravenclaws, bullied by Slytherins and pushed away from Hufflepuffs. She would be the best Beater that Gryffindor had ever had. No, the best that Hogwarts had ever seen!

Her laughter rung out across the field once more. "I'd love to! You seem to know a lot about spells and Quidditch, which are two things I'm very interested in. Unfortunately, all my sister cares about is her little Potions." Her tongue stuck out in disagreement.

"Yeah, I guess that could work," the redhead smiled back at him. "I'd love to get started~!"

[Meduzia]

The raven haired male smiled, raising his hand in 'high five' gesture towards the child. Next to her, he seemed to be towering, but then again, Faith, appearing as thin as he did, looked like he was towering just above everything. The man had a problem with this as well. Scrawny child. How would he be able to stop Quaffle and avoid Bludger? Perhaps Snitch was the least dangerous choice for him, but he wasn't a very compatible Seeker. Alas, he tended not to see anything around him except for the Snitch. His mother spent at least two hours complaining to their father how he broke the window to his own room, and then made him sleep with window in that state.

"I don't, actually, but you think so because I'm so much older." - he said and smiled at the child - "Although I love Quidditch, so I suppose that's normal. Since you said you practically shower with 'Quidditch Through Ages', perhaps you know a lot too. I read that book only after I was accepted into a foreign team, so I could see WHO exactly they were aha~!"

He nodded and turned around on his broom again. Alan seemed perfectly bored. Perhaps if Faith asked for a wand now, it would piss him off, however he didn't want to drive the boy away. After all, had Tam's sister appeared, then she would either have to be alone or in air with them. As Tam mentioned she would watch anyway, it was better if she had some company. Alan. Faith snorted. What a great company, indeed.

"So, do you want to get down or do it in air or something?" - male them overthought his words - "Actually, what I'm asking is if you can stay in air without holding on to the broom. You're gonna have to use your hands." - he explained, somewhat.

[Rach_E_L]

Tam felt herself grin as she planned a stunt. She leaned forward way too far over her broom, barely holding on with her other hand. She slapped Faith's hand in a high five and let herself fall forward. At the last second as only her thighs touched the stick, she grabbed the broom with one hand and let herself dangle in mid-air. She giggled as she swung back up to an upright position, feeling smug that her trick went well.

"You still know an awful lot! For an old guy," Another giggle. The witch was very out of character that day indeed! Laughing? Giggling? Showing off? Well, it's not surprising that she was having a good time. The best day in a very long time. "How could you not have read it before that?! I read it as soon as I had a flying lesson!"

Gracefully, she whipped her wand out of her robe pocket. It was a fine wand; twelve and three quarter inches, pine with phoenix feather core and rigid. Gorgeous, just right for the witch child. It was suited to someone who was independant, individual, maybe a loner, intriguing, mysterious, initiative, detached, hard to tame and not easy to gain trust from.

Her phoenix feather was the rarest of cores and capable of the greatest range of magic, if you believed such thing. It was picky, not choosing just anyone. It needed the right mind, and apparently the redhead was just that!

The pine meant that she could use it creatively and won't protest to new magic. According to legend, it was destined for witches or wizards who would live long lives. Most sensitive to non-verbal magic, it could be assumed that the child would grow up to be a great witch.

Rigid. Unyielding. Un-flexible. These were words that could also describe the young witch. One she got an idea, she wouldn't let it go. She wouldn't back down from anything, even though it had got her beat up by Slytherins a few times.

She stared at it proudly for a second before continuing. "Yes, I can hover with no hands on the broom, but when I'm flying, I can't quite do no hands yet."

On the ground below them, another redhead was approaching. Completely identical to her sister, Dizzy would make anyone do a double take to make sure they had the right person. Down to the last red hair on her head, she was truly Tam's twin; except she wore yellow on her robes. She was on the edge of the field when she recognised her sister in the air. Was she with another person? It seemed so. Only one way to find out.

Spotting another figure on the ground, the yellow coloured twin walked over to find a boy, maybe two years older than herself. Gryffindor, from the looks of his uniform.

"Hello there!" She smiled and sat next to him, bright and cheery as her house. "What're you doing down here?"