Sophia is Training

[Sophia Stark]

Sophia stepped up to the Pitch with her messenger bag over her shoulder, her beater's bat inside her bag, and her Emerald Streak over her shoulder. She was wearing muggle clothes beneath her coat and had already pulled her long black hair into a ponytail. A Slytherin scarf was wrapped around her neck and she gave a small sigh as she looked at the Pitch.

It was quite early, the sun just rising over the castle and the wind was bitter cold as it hit against Sophia's cheeks. She was quite pleased and not at all surprised to see the Pitch empty. Setting her broom on the frozen ground she removed her messenger bag and set it on a bench on the side of the Pitch. Sophia picked her broom back up, mounted it, and headed toward the South end of the Pitch.

 

[Crispin V. Cold]

Crispin stormed out of the common room, still jamming his feet into his trainers. He should've wiped the mud off of them since it was tracking along the carpets. He didn't care. He just wanted to get out of there. He awkwardly shrugged into his winter coat while holding his Firebolt.
His long legs ate up the earth angrily until he approached the Quidditch Pitch. He paused, standing there uncertainly when he saw Sophia up in the air. His mismatched eyes watched her fly, appreciating her obvious skill.

(May I post?)

 

[Sophia Stark]

[Yes, of course.]

Sophia had been flying with no real rhyme or reason when Crispin approached the field. She was coming out of a barrel roll when she spotted a boy down on the field. Stopping to hover she stared down with her golden eyes, trying to get a better look. Relief washed over her when she was saw it was Crispin, as he had yet to annoy her.

"Are you going to get on your broom, or just stand there all day?" she said loudly down to him.

 

[Crispin V. Cold]

Crispin mounted his broom and kicked off, hovering in midair when he within feet of her. "I didn't know if you wanted to be alone or not. Not everybody comes out to brave this cold for practice," he smirked, knowing the joke was on him as he was out there too.

 

[Sophia Stark]

"No, that is true. But I see no reason why I cannot share the Pitch with someone who is also willing to brave this cold to get in some practice." Sophia grave Crispin a smirk before taking off toward the North end of the Pitch, leaving Crispin in the Southwest section.

 

[Crispin V. Cold]

Crispin nodded, conceding to her parting shot. He drew back on the handle of his Firebolt before zooming up toward the pinkish clouds then throwing his weight forward to tail dive into a spin toward the ground. He pulled up at the last second, his toes skimming the grass before launching upwards again and practicing maneuvers.
He stopped and hovered for a minute, glancing at Sophia out of the corner of his eye. He wished he had her speed, he mused wistfully, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

 

[Sophia Stark]

Sophia did a barrel roll to the left, switching direction at the bottom and turning to face East instead of North. She hovered on her broom and put her hands back to her ponytail so she could tighten it. From this position she was able to see Crispin doing some fancy moves. He was quite good, she had to admit.

With her ponytail sufficiently tightened Sophia took off toward the other side of the Pitch again. She leaned forward, grasping her Emerald Streak tightly with both hands, and moved quite quickly across the Pitch. Upon reaching the goal posts she lopped around them and stopped to hover before them as if about to play Keeper.

 

[Crispin V. Cold]

Crispin shivered when a stiff wind blew down his neck. He used the cold to his advantage to speed up his metabolism and took off again around the pitch, feinting one way then the other, up and down and spiraling around. He wasn't sure if he'd be chosen to play that Saturday for the game but he wanted to train for it right if he was.