Sophie and Hazel, numéro 2

(ya wot m8, f8 me)
Crevan
"You know my mum died when Rivera and I were born. We lived quite a normal life, father was very strict on his views on certain people. Rivera was very similar in her views- so was I until I visited the muggle world by accident when I was seven." I replied, shrugging lightly.

(no bloody text speak)

I look at her, bemused. "How did you 'accidently' visit the muggle world?" I ask. That must have taken effort.

(Fuk u)
Crevan
"I just wandered too far from home" I replied, looking up towards him. "They had sone very odd stuff"

I nod my head. "True, but to them we have very odd stuff", I muse. "Should we fly back, or keep walking?"

Crevan
"Agreed" I said, "I say fly, it will be faster, it is getting dark and I doubt they'd be happy we're out this late" I answered, deciding to snuff up the fear of flying.

"Sure your not too scared", I say and mount the broom. "Hop on".

Crevan
I climbed onto the broom behind him, wrapping my arms around him. "Mm, I will just sit here and distract you" I replied, kissing the back of his neck, then rested my head on his shoulder.

(ill be back later, kust making buns with lucy)

"If you do that we might crash, and that's not exactly the best thing to happen on your first day of flying", I say and turn my head so I was looking at her.

Crevan
"Mm, might not be the best idea." I noticed, still clinging quite tightly on to him- not unlike a baby minkey clinging to its mother. "Why do people fly?"

"Well...the reason I fly is because it feels as if you can do anything. With the wind against you and the landscape rushing beneath your feet. It just feel great", I say.

Crevan
"Don't you ever fear you're going to fall?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed and my fce buried into the crook of his neck.

I think about that for a couple of seconds. "Not really", I say. "I have been flying since I started here, so it isn't that bad"

Crevan
"If I ever find it no longer scary I might ask you to teach me how to fly?" I said, opening one eye to look down. I guess this view could be quite amazing.

"I thought I already was", I tease. I make the broom go slightly faster and swoop down towards the broom shed. As soon as were close enough I land lightly and wait for Crevan to dismount.

Crevan
"Me clinging onto the back of you isn't particularly learning how to fly." I said as I got off the broom, and fixed my hair into reasonable looking style.

"Sure it is", I say. "Your learning how not to fall", I try to look at her behind me while keeping the broomstick straight but fail. "Hold on", I say and carefully move her so that she was sitting in front, facing me. "There", I whisper.

Crevan
"Okay we are going to crash and die" I noticed, deciding the best place to look at was his face. So I stared intently at his face, trying to ignore the fact I was sat on a broom- backwards. "Nope we're gonna die" I tried, but failed.

I look at Crevans face which was a big mistake because I couldn't look away. Her gaze seemed to put me in a trance. The broom almost swerved of course so I forced myself to look at the sky. "Were not gonna die", I say.

Crevan
"Crash and burn- same difference" I replied, "You said you are teaching me how to fly; I believe this isn't a skill they teach you in Qudditch practice." Being backwards resulted.in my hair whipping into his head. "Ah sorry" I said, then closed my eyes making my hair into a pixie cut so it wouldn't blow into his face.

"Aww, I liked it long", I complain and take a small strand of her hair. As we her the shed I fly down and land. "See. We didn't crash and burn".

Crevan
"Good, now how long do you want it to be?" I asked, as I got off the broom and closed my eyes to grow my hair.

"As long as you want it to be, baby", I say and wink with a click of the tongue, imitating Sherlock. "No, seriously. Whatever makes you happy", I say with a genuine smile.

Crevan
I stick my tongue out at him, shaking my head so my hair was back to its original length. "Now we are off of the death stick, where shall we go?"

"Death stick?" I mutter. "Anyway", I clap my hands. "To the room of really, really, really, really, really, really hard potions homework", I suggest.

Crevan
"Too many 'really's" I noticed, but reached out my hand for him to take. "Potions isn't that difficult" I added.