Golden Eagles

[Blake Hunter]

It was a beautiful day, to say the least. It was an amazingly gorgeous day that surpassed any other, to say the most. But the most was somewhat of an overstatement. It was, however, as beautiful as any January day could get. It wasn't too cold, although there was a slight chill, and there wasn't any bad weather. It was good enough for Blake, who had just stepped outside and was now walking towards the Pitch with a broom in his right hand. In just a matter of minutes, he had stepped onto the pitch and glanced around it. Suprisingly no one was there. Well, except him of course.

 

[Abigail Lurken-Mckay]

It was a decent enough day, but still bitterly cold for Abigail but she was tired of being cooped up inside, she could only spend so much time reading and pretending to sleep after all. So she picked up the one jacket she "found" and her broom. She had bought the broom last year and there was no way she was going to get rid of it, flying was probably one of the only things she was good at, but she was still quite afraid so she wasn't all that sure if she really was going to fly.

She pulled her brown curls into a loose bun and put her glasses on, knowing that if she was going to fly she would need to use something to help her see the snitch better. Abbey was as blind as a bat. She walked out of the Slytherin house and went through the - no so - secret passageway from the dungeons onto the pitch hoping that no one was there and if there was she wouldn't be pushed into flying if she really didn't want to. With the large knot in her stomach she could already tell that she wasn't really up for it.

When she reached the pitch she sighed to herself, not realizing she had stepped into the pitch on the opposite end someone else had. She flicked her bright eyes around the pitch and smiled contently to herself, she didn't see anyone there. Even though she had her glasses on she still had very bad vision. So she walked further into the pitch, until she was on the outer edges of the snow covered grass and stopped walking, setting the end of her broom down lightly on the snow and she gripped it tightly. Abbey looked up above her, relieved that the jacket hid her now yellow-green bruises on her neck but slightly saddened that they didn't hide the largest one on her right cheek from a punch of her former friend, Hadan Johnson. It wasn't until she heard someone else's steps did she realize her eyes had slowly drifted close and that someone else was there.

Abbey groaned quietly and looked ahead of her. She squinted slightly, trying to see who the figure of the boy was. "Not Noah or Theodore," she thought aloud, then shrugged, deciding that if the person knew her and wanted to speak to her they would come towards her.

 

[Blake Hunter]

Blake had tunnel vision at the moment. All he had his mind on was getting into the air, he loved to fly and hadn't in about a week. It was killing him. Very glady and without hesitation, he swung a leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground. As he hovered for a couple of seconds, he then sped off. He made his way across the length of the field and noticed a person when he neared the end. When he got close enough, he realised that it was Abbey. It was almost realised too late, though. He was now no more than three feet away from her, but he swiftly raised the handle of the broom and shot straight upwards. He then set himself straight again and flew down slowly in small circles. In just a minute, he was standing in front of Abbey on the ground.

 

[Abigail Lurken-Mckay]

Abbey sighed as the person flew towards her she anxiously put her hand on her cheek as if she was cold but it was really just to hide the bruise on her cheek, who ever it was didn't need to see the proof of part of her pain. When the boy stood in front of her she adjusted her glasses and smiled brightly upon seeing the face of her very best friend Blake. "Hi Blakey," she murmured gently as she slung her arms around him warmly. Abigail kissed his cheek in a sisterly fashion before pulling away from him gently and turning her good cheek towards him so she could hide her bruised one. "How are you?" she asked warmly.

lame ^^

 

[Blake Hunter]

"Hey!" Blake returned the hug gladly. It was Abbey. How long had she been there though? He had no clue about that. "I'm great. How are you?" As he asked this, he thought he noticed her trying to hide her other cheek. She had never been good at lying to him or hiding stuff from him. But he decided to not ask about it, as he remembered that it was none of his business, recalling the Forest conversation. He noticed the broom in her hand. "Let's fly together." Blake quickly mounted and rose into the air again on his broom, then called down to Abbey. "C'mon."

 

[Abigail Lurken-Mckay]

Abbey bit her lip slightly and lied, "I'm alright, you know how it is." No he doesn't, she thought coolly. As Blake said that they should fly together a knot formed in her stomach and she cringed. "I.. don't... think I should," she answered anxiously as she looked back up at Blake sheepishly, her hand now covering her bruise as best as she could, but there still was a fair bit of yellow and green showing up from between her dainty fingers.

 

[Blake Hunter]

Obviously something was wrong. Blake wanted to find out what it was, but once again, it was none of his business. But what should he do? Just act like nothing was wrong? Just act oblivious to whatever it was? Maybe so, but he would figure all that out later.

"Why not? That's what you came out here to do, right? C'mon, it'll be fun." Blake was still hovering in the air, and flashed a smiled down to Abbey.