Yas Man

[Tybalt Archer]

The end of term was coming quickly, and the young Gryffindor knew time was of the essence. Sure, he had lots of time to do what he was thinking of, but he wanted to do it now. He didn't want to leave his first year not having tried. It was surprising to him that no matter what, that he was this determined about something that really did scare him. But his mind was made up, and that was the end of it. There wouldn't be any more questions about it. He was act, it was in his nature to do such a thing. The thinking part of his mind, thought little. Processed little, every so often he wouldn't even take a second to think about it, instead he was just jumped and this was one of those times. He knew that he had little days before he had to head home, and since the first term, the boy had been putting it off. It wasn't rocket science, in fact he knew how to do it, but it just didn't come easily to him. A fear of falling, a fear of heights, a fear of just not having his feet on the ground were the reasons that he had stayed very far away from the quidditch pitch. He hadn't really given much thought to what it meant to him, but it was still and would always be for his little sister that would grow to be the perfect quidditch player. He knew that she would be amazing, the girl had very few of the clear Archer genes, she was strong determined and she was outgoing. All things that Ty wasn't. He was friendly, and he was outgoing once he got to know a person, but off the bat, he really wasn't. Today, however the young Gryffindor was determined. It would be his last effort, his last fight before returning home to his family. The day itself had started pretty normal, the sky dark and overcast. It looked like the heavens could spill open in a blink of an eye, but the young boy had the best eyesight under these slightly darker conditions. After spending a good few minutes just staring out of his window, the decision had been made. He got dressed in better clothes, wearing a few layers, and pulling the thick grey gryffindor jumper over on top. That was enough. He switched the glasses for his contact lenses. He put his converse on feet and with a last long breathe he had left the dorm. What he had been doing before unfinished. His belongings left in a small mess beside his bed. His mind wasn't thinking, but it was causing him to act despite it. He knew that he had to, and that was enough for his mind. It seemed to forget that of all the things he was afraid of in school, this was number one.

Standing on the pitch with an old broom in his head was a small wake up call. He stood at the top of the pitch, his eyes glancing around. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be flying and to have people cheer you on. To be lifted by the chants and screams of the crowd desperate for them to win. For the team that they believe in to win. But, Ty couldn't see himself doing it. He didn't like that all the people could cheer him into enjoying it. Sure, flying was fine, but, as long as it wasn't with a whole other team. Too many people. Now, was good. The air was cold, the sky looked like it was about to break. And the Monochromat could feel the soft cold wind freezing the tips of his ears. The Georgia born was not sure how to act about it all. He didn't like the cold, that was for sure. He hated all the sun his home state got, but it was at least warm. He didn't have to worry, not many would brave this weather, to just go to the pitch. Perhaps however, one or two folks to egg him on wouldn't hurt anyone. It wasn't however going to happen, so instead he just took a deep breath, pulled his hands slightly out from the sleeves. Taking a hold of the broom and gripping it tightly. He looked down, positioning himself correctly, then let the bright blue eyes glance back up. He had to. Ty kicked off the ground, the suddenly momentum of the broom, almost knocking him off. He was able to keep himself on the broom, despite the fears he had. Tybalt was flying pretty slow, not more than a metre and a half off the ground. He was trying to just improve general flying, and this seemed like a good way to do it. Slow and steady wins the race after all. Tybalt looked down at the broom, he wanted to stop. It was good, but he felt the need to take a break. Desperately trying to remember what the flying professor had taught them, Tybalt, leaned back and wished for it to stop. The broom, came to a stop. It however managed to throw Ty off. Either that or the young Gryffindor hadn't been holding on correctly. In any case, he tumbled to the floor. Tybalt didn't stop however not like he had just wanted to, he got the broom back, and this time, he kicked off without a moment's hesitation. A small mental list in his head forming over what he needed to remember. What he needed to improve. He wasn't going to stop now.

This time, as he rose into the air, he was more than a few metres, he went many feet up. To the point where he was just a little lower than the lowest hoop. Not that high to most, but Tybalt's fear of heights wasn't going to fade so quickly. But he was a Gryffindor, and he wanted to learn. And as he flew around, it wasn't perfect, it wasn't going to be any time soon, but it was the first time he was really trying to face one of his fears. He needed someone to teach how to do it properly, either that or someone to just practice with him. In every case, the boy was more than pleased. He was overjoyed.
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[Kyle Cavanaugh]

The Qudditch match were the Gryffindors lost against Slytherin house had been saddening for Kyle Cavanaugh. Someone had to lose, Kyle knew that but he was more sad about the fact that he had not been given a chance to play during any of the real matches this year. He had been psyched about it earlier but now the young Gryffindor was not so sure. He had been practicing with the Gryffindor team for the whole year and that had taught him so much that he did not know about playing Qudditch but he would have loved to play even if it was just for fifteen minutes in an actual match. Kyle tried to be optimistic as he convinced his brain that he would have have six more years to play Qudditch for his house. It had been more than twenty four hours since the match and Kyle had finally let it go as he had more important things to do. Exams were fast approaching and Kyle was not ready for them. He had three subjects this term and at first that had relieved him but his constant poor performance in Herbology class had got him to start panicking. He had missed one of the important classes due to his flu and that had worsen the state of things.

After spending two hours before the crack of the dawn trying to memorize his notes on Herbology and flipping through huge textbooks hoping to find some miracle help for passing his exams Kyle finally gave up as he closed the textbook and threw it under his bed. It landed with a loud 'thud' and one of his dorm mates who happened to be a light sleeper shouted something to Kyle in his sleep. Getting out of his bed, the young Gryffindor tip toed to the window to look at view of the skies and grounds of the castle this early in the morning. They were beautiful. His eyes traveled from the lake to the Qudditch pitch. After a very brief glance at the pitch Kyle decided to go flying for a while so that he could refresh his mind and after breakfast get back to studying. Changing out of his pajamas he put on a pair of comfortable brown pants and a dark blue polo neck t-shirt. It was chilly outside but Kyle was used to this weather which was a mild winter of the Southern hemisphere. After living in harsh winters in London this was very pleasant. Kyle wanted to enjoy this morning wind and therefore he decided against the idea of wearing anything to keep him warm. Opening the biggest window of the Gryffindor tower, Kyle moved a few feet back and mounted his broom. Adjusting himself so he was sure of his balance on the flying object, Kyle kicked off and flew straight out of the window.

The cold wind was comforting against his skin and he liked the way it left his hair messy as the wind ran through it. Smiling as he watched some birds fly out of the tall trees from the forbidden forest he wondered if he should take an adventure into the forest on his broom. After a small debate in his head he decided to leave that for another time and Turned his broom towards the direction of the pitch. Kyle started flying towards the pitch maintaining a little high than average speed. He loved the warm feeling he felt every time he flew. The way the air filled his lungs and rushed into his face was very refreshing and it always made him feel happy. Arriving at the Qudditch pitch he started to descend slowly as he was higher than the loops and the average height. It was then that he noticed someone else flying in the pitch. He tried to bring the face into focus as he cleared his glasses that had been fogged due to the chilled air and finally made out the familiar face of his fellow first year Gryffindor. "Hey Tybalt!" he said grinning at the boy who was flying somewhere above the loops. "I don't think I've seen you on the pitch before" he stated the obvious. He just knew Tybalt as a classmate and they had not gotten a chance to be close friends or anything yet. Kyle realized that it was always Indiana whom we saw on the pitch as she was also an alternate but he had not seen Tybalt before. Kyle knew that not everyone liked Qudditch and flying but he was curious about what brought Tybalt onto the pitch so early in the morning.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The air was cooler, the higher he was attempting to fly. He was just going round and round the pitch, every so often going an inch higher. The young Gryffindor knew that no matter how hard he tried, the more he flew up, the colder it would get. He was pretty well dressed for the weather, but really, not that well enough. He wasn't going to be able to account for large gusts of cold wind, or the possibility of the rain beginning to fall. It was all up to chance. He was wishing that for once the weather would just chose one thing or another. Not everything. But, he told his mind to refocus on flying. To just fly around the pitch as many times as he could. Building speed, slowing down. Getting used the whole idea of not having his feet upon the ground. The young boy knew that he was going to have to study when he got back to the dorm, he knew he didn't have much of a hope of passing many of the classes that he had done during the semester, everything was just a little bit knew, but really all he was looking for were in fact passes. He was searching for anything else, not unless the professors were willing to give the young monochromat a little bit of leeway to bump up his grade. A little bit of extra time within the exam. But, the boy knew that it wasn't going to be possible. He knew it because he was sure he would've already been told and that he would've gotten it a while before. But he didn't get it for the last set of exams, so he highly doubted he would get it for these ones. For him, right now, all that mattered was flying, oddly enough, his mind wandered, but he didn't fall from the broom. Somehow he stayed upon it. Clearly the flying lessons had done something. They hadn't been a complete waste of his time, which he was thankful for. Since, he had never been good at sports before, and this was the only one he had actually really paid attention, or gone to the lessons for. Even back at his old school, Ty was the kind of guy to always have a doctors note to get out of doing every form of physical education. The main reason being that the other kids would make his life miserable in those classes, and with it at all other times of the day, he really didn't need that. But, Flying was different, at least learning was. Since everyone was learning the same thing, and they all had to be separate. One broom per person. The better way of doing things. If only his old school had done a sport where it was more one on one. If only, it had been that simple.

The pitch had an eerie silence. He could hear the soft wind in his ears, and the coldness bashing his cheeks. But it felt good, like a new normal. He was just some kid, flying around the pitch trying to figure out how on earth a person flew. If he was doing it right. But, he was in the air, he wasn't falling, so he imagined he wasn't exactly doing it wrong. He just wasn't good at it yet, He could just do it. No part of his brain was forcing him to learn quickly, his sister was six years old, he had time before he needed to teach her. And they didn't have a broom in the house - really his house at this point was a car, so the term house was used loosely in his mind - so he wouldn't yet be able to show her. He figured the school allowance he got, he could put towards the Archer family broom. It would be hard, but it really would be worth it. Teaching his sister how to fly, that would be amazing. Obviously, he would be incredibly careful with her, but she was going to be magical, and he wanted to do that for her. Out the corner of the young boy's eyes he noticed someone else. This person, to Ty seemed oddly familiar. He however ignored it and continued flying, figuring that the other person didn't actually want anything to do with him, so he didn't really have to worry about it. Then the person spoke, said his name, Tybalt stopped the broom, and closed the distance between them. The boy in front of him was Kyle, a boy he had spent a little bit of time with, but really just shared classes with. "Hey Kyle" The boy greeted in the usual friendly tone he had. Mostly due to the southern accent that hadn't gone away, at all. From what he remembered about the boy, Kyle was very into quidditch. Very much like Indiana. She loved quidditch, she was on the team and everything. It was pretty amazing. Ty smiled at the boy, and gave a small shrug. "That's because I'm afraid of heights," Ty gave a small laugh, before looking down at the ground. He briefly shut his eyes, and then looked up at Kyle. "Couldn't stand studyin' much more." Ty shrugged, "Need to learn, and overcome my fear, what better time than now?" Tybalt was going to be fairly honest about this with Kyle. He wanted to learn, but he needed to learn, to be a good brother, and to be like his own brother, who would've taught him and his sister if he'd been given the chance to. "Your on the team right? Anything you can teach me, to help? I am not great at flying, so anything is good"
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[Kyle Cavanaugh]

Kyle had not been expecting to meet someone on the pitch this early in the morning but seeing Tybalt wasn't bad either. He stopped his broomstick, holding the handle firmly so that he would not lose his balance at this height. He had not had much sleep lately and he did not want to end up in any accidents because of being careless with his new broom. He knew his father would not be happy to know that Kyle had purchased a broomstick for himself. Now he owned two broomsticks but Kyle liked using the Scarlet Streak because he felt it was his more than the broomstick that had no name yet. His father had tried once again to control Kyle's life by giving him a broomstick that his company had just manufactured and was not out in the market yet. At first Kyle had loved having it but at the beginning of his second term when he had learned that his father had just taken it away without giving any explanation the young Gryffindor had enough and had purchased a new broomstick. He had been given his broomstick back a few weeks into the second term but since then it had laid useless in his room. He enjoyed flying and did not want anyone to control him when it came to something he loved so much. Not even his father. He knew he was going to get a big lecture on spending money without thinking but Kyle would just ignore him and tune his mind out, like he usually did when his father lectured him. Kyle was rich and he was always taught to care for money but sometimes spending two hundred galleon was just necessary.

Watching Tybalt fly towards him, Kyle kept his grin as he easily noticed from Tybalt's flying that he was knew at this. Kyle nodded understanding the fear of heights. He had a cousin who despite being raised in a family where Qudditch was the main topic of discussion at dinner did not fly as he was scared of the heights. "I'm tired of studying too" Kyle agreed as Tybalt told him another reason for his presence on the pitch. Smiling as he heard Tybalt say that this was a good time to learn and overcome his fear Kyle said encouragingly "You're right on doing this before your first year's over. You'll be able to fly during holidays and all and by the new school year you'll be good" Still hovering in the air but only at a lot higher place then where the flying Professor had first taught them, Kyle was a little surprised when Tybalt asked him to teach him. He shrugged as he considered the idea of him teaching someone. He had never thought about it before. He was just on the team and he had never played in any actual matches. "Okay" he said hoping that he would be able to give his fellow classmate some useful tips and stuff. He knew a lot more about tactics used in playing Qudditch and he would certainly find explaining that to someone easier but for the sake of the boy he tried to convince himself that helping with the actual flying wouldn't be so different either. "Um..so basically the first thing that we have to make sure of is that you are comfortable with your broom. That is mounting, taking off and most importantly your grip" he explained the basics. Seeing that Tybalt was already in air he considered how stupid this explanation had been. "Seeing that you have managed to do that...if you want to be confident about not falling off you just make sure your grip is firm and when you fly try to lean forward a bit" he explained as he leaned forward on his broom and flew around in the lap. "Leaning forward helps when you want to increase your speed and also with the general balancing yourself on the broom part" he continued as he waited for Tybalt to join him so that they could fly together around the pitch.

 

[Tybalt Archer]

The time of day never bothered the young boy. He had never really been the type to think too much about if this time of day was the correct one to be flying. He felt like, above all else that trait made him most like a Gryffindor. Acting before thinking. He would just go out. Do something else, and just forget about everything else. He was just glad he had thought about warm clothing. It would've been silly to leave without a few layers to keep him warm. It was why it was probably a good thing that he was always needing layers. He was a small boy, and he wore clothes there were many times too big for him, but they kept him warm. The grey gryffindor jumper he was wearing, wasn't exactly a small size, but like all parents his da always said that he would grow into it. He was sure he would. He seemed to be the only small person in his family. All the Archer's were tall, and his mama was by no means small. She was of fairly average height, and Ty just really hoped for something similar. He didn't need to be very taller, he just wanted to be taller than he was currently. He wanted to at least not be the smallest first year, or something close to that. He smiled at Kyle, now, Ty knew that he wasn't going to be great at flying, he didn't need to be great, he just needed to be enough. That was all. This was why he was going to an odd length to try to be better. Fly smoother, and appear more at ease on a broom, not fear the height he was at. When he really didn't feel that way. It was hard to feel at ease on something so high up from the ground. It was a wondered that Ty hadn't spent the entire flight from Georgia to New Zealand, curled up in the fetal position crying. He had just sat away from the window and kept his eyes forward. He knew that nothing would scare him, if he just looked forward, ignoring the world, just a little. Tybalt looked at the other boy's broom, it was nice. Much nicer than the one he was flying, but it didn't bother him. He knew that most people at this point were better off than him. Brooms were expensive, and it was too much hassle to be bothered with. His sister and him, for the time being had no garden to play in. Last he'd been home, they'd been living out a car, which gave very little extra room for something like a broom. He didn't have the space. It didn't bother him, he would eventually teach his sister, that time was just not now. He gave a small shrug to Kyle as he spoke about it being a good time to learn. He didn't really agree, because he didn't have the chance to practice outside of school. But it was the reason this was the only time he had left, therefore the best.

"I don't own a broom, and my family" Tybalt said with a small smile wondering if he should continue. It didn't bother him, but he felt it would be weird to blurt out his family situation to Kyle, who might be bothered by him telling him. "We don't exactly live in a house with a garden, or around other magical folk" Seemed like the best way to make his situation seem better. Tybalt was still smiling, keeping his eyes fixed between the broom and the other boy, talking as if it was the most normal of things. He nodded as the boy explained the basics. Most of those he sort of remembered from the flying lessons. Which had been a little while before, but Ty didn't have that poor a memory. However, it was good to know how to explain things, and that he was actually doing something right, even if his take off might not be as smooth as it could be. He knew that his grip was pretty strong, throughout talking to Kyle, Ty had his hands gripped onto the broom. His hands weren't ever going to let him go. He wasn't going to fall. He wasn't confident enough yet to take his hands off the broom. Do that thing he had seen, where they lean back and sit up on the broom, as if it was some sort of chair. No, the young Gryffindor was nowhere near ready for that. He wouldn't be, for a very long while. Instead he turned his attention back to Kyle, who was telling him, leaning forward made the person go faster. Now, that he wasn't sure he was ready for either. He wanted to pick up speed, and get more confident, but actually doing it was harder to do, than it was to say he was going to do it. He watched him fly the lap and then stop back at him. Tybalt knew this meant, he was supposed to fly. But, he wasn't feeling all that confident. He took a deep breath, and just like he had been doing before Kyle had shown up, started going at a fairly slow pace. After that a few seconds he leaned further forward, and the broom picked up speed. He could feel the wind blowing harder. He wasn't going that much faster, but just enough. He did two laps, trying to be faster each time, and then came to a rather abrupt stop. He really should remember to start slowing down faster, that was for sure. "How was that?" He asked, looking back to Kyle, hoping it wasn't a completely hopeless attempt at flying. He realised, he probably needed to do more, like instead of flying in a circle, flying in between the large stands. "Not horrible I hope?" Ty smiled at him, glad for the help. Anything went a long way in his eyes. This boy had absolutely no idea how much it meant to Tybalt to be able to fly better than just the stuff they had learned in Flying class. He was sure that Kyle had better things to do that teach him how to fly, but while he was still offering, Ty would still learn.
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[Kyle Cavanaugh]

Kyle knew that flying laps was easy than most of the flying one usually did especially in games like Qudditch but first Tybalt needed to be confident in basic horizontal flying before Kyle could show him how to dive up or down in air and come to abrupt halts and not bang into the ground or fly off to more distance than were you're supposed to stop, like in case of catching a snitch. Kyle was trying to be optimistic and positive to help Tybalt improve his flying. Tybalt's words were not something Kyle had expected. Somehow the idea of not having a broom in the family had never occurred to him. He knew people lived in muggle areas and flying on brooms around there was against the Secrecy code. Maybe Tybalt family had a small house in a muggle area was all he could think about what Tybalt just said to him. He decided not to dwell on it and said thoughtfully, trying to stay clear of mentioning brooms "You can fly once you're back here if not in holidays".

After that little uncomfortable moment, Kyle was glad to see Tybalt fly around the pitch. He was improving, his second lap was proof of that. As a beginner he did not expect speed from Tybalt, he was just happy to see stable flying and being able to stop and not bang into him. "That was good" Kyle said with a smile. He had also noticed that Tybalt had leaned forward and had gone at a faster speed at some point in his flight, not fast but fast for learning and that was definitely a great improvement. "Would you find it comfortable to fly vertical or diagonal. Like from here to that place near the stands?" he asked pointing at the Gryffindor stand. It was not horizontal or ninety degree vertical, it was just about diagonal. "If you fly downwards, you have to make sure to not slide off in front of your broomstick, or you'll be hanging in mid air" he warned hoping he did not scare Tybalt. "I'm sure you're grip is great but sometimes when you're flying diagonal and you're broom's tilted a little more than needed you mind end up rolling off it especially if you are below the normal required speed" he continued, a little surprised at how easily he was going on about it. It was same as cars. When cutting a corner on road slightly raised, there was a safety speed limit that was needed to be followed.

Out of Character:

sorry for the lateness