Want to Fly [open]

[Aleah Grigorievna]

Aleah stepped onto the Quidditch pitch. She knew that she wouldn't be getting a little extra practice in but maybe someone would stumble upon her and the could get some kind of a game open. So until then she tossed the quaffle on the ground. She could always fly until then or practice her shots. Yeah she had better do that.

But then again she could always let her snitch loose. Her hand went up to the shiney gold ball that hung around her pale neck. But what was the point of practicing being a seeker when she wasn't a seeker anymore?

Aleah sighed as she looked down at her broom. It was a gift from her grandfather upon reaching her seventeenth year. It was a nice gift too. It was his old racing broom that he had updated just for her. It may have been an old Phoenix Flame broom, but it was her old broom and it was a loyal one.

"Hmm. What to do," she asked to herself.

[Alex Falconer]

Alex had just enough time to turn to avoid crashing with the girl who was standing in the entrance to the Quidditch pitch about to mount her broom. Having missed practice the night before due to having fallened asleep in the common room- as well as being a little miffed Rose had found it amusing- Alex thought it would be a good idea to practice some shootings at the goals that morning. Too tired and anxious to walk down the the Quidditch Pitch Alex had mounted her broom as soon as possible, and sped down to the pitch by air. A stupid Third year had deliberately tried to grab the tail of her broom and she had been yelling over her shoulder at him as she neared the entrance to the pitch. She had been told that the Quaffle was already in use but had expected the user to be up in the air. It wasn't until Alex was nearly upon the girl that she looked ahead and had to swerve- from a lifetime of avoiding bludgers, this was a practiced art to Alex and she missed the girl by about a foot.

"Hey!" She called to the girl as soon as she was able to land. "Sorry about that! I was distracted." Noticing the Quaffle on the floor she looked back at the girl. She appeared to be about a year older than Alex but Alex was far from being intimidated. As Head Girl, Gryffindor Chaser, and with a father of the status she had, you got used to feeling no intimidation from anyone. That wasn't to say that she felt superior to others- she didn't. In no way did she think others were inferior to herself. But she did have the strong sense of purpose and belonging in her life which was usually on a better standing than others. That was just her life and it was how she had come to know it.

Alex's red and gold robes swirled around her as she hefted her broomstick and moved to stand in front of the girl. She was a gryffindor by her robes but Alex didn't recognise her.

"You new?" she asked politely. "I usually remember faces but I don't recognise yours..."

[Aleah Grigorievna]

"Bosche moi!" was the first thing that Aleah yelled when she was nearly hit by Alex. She heard Alex's question and immediately fired back the answer. "Nyet. Ya ne noviya."

Wrong language. She tought as she immediately began to mentaly scold herself for the slip up in languages. She had been here for two years noe and she still could not remember that she was supposed to be speaking English and not Russian.

"No I am not new. Not anymore at least," Aleah said. She was glad that someone didn't recognize her from her sorting two years ago. People remembered the stupidest things when they were young. She wasnt sure why though. Yes she was a transfer and yes she had to be sorted. What was the big freaking deal? People in muggle schools did it all the time and nobody thought that it was weird. Maybe that was the reason that wizards believed that the act of moving was so odd. Because it was the muggle thing to do.

"Should I assume that you vant da Quaffle?" Aleah asked. She preformed the simple summoning charm without her wand and the red ball fell neatly into her hands.

[Alex Falconer]

((ooc: Um... performing a spell without a wand is near on impossible- Dumbledore couldn't even do it to save his life (yes, yes, i know it was all planned- but it had to look real. But you can say that she did it without speaking if you like?))

Alex watched as the large ball flew into the air and landed neatly in the girl's outstretched hand. Her accent and the language she had originally spoken definitely weren't english and Alex remembered her face immediately.

"Hey! Now I remember. You're that Russian student who was transfered into Gryffindor right? I wasn't at the sorting as I was talking with the Head of Gryffindor at the time." When the girl asked if Alex wanted the Quaffle and held out the large red ball Alex shook her head and waved her hands- "Don't worry about it. If you want the ball, it's yours. I'm on the Gryffindor team and came out to practice for a bit as I missed the last session. But first come first serve."

Alex couldn't help looking the girl over. It was a habit. If someone appeared to be interested in Quidditch Alex looked them over and tried to work out what position they would be best at. The wrists that Alex could see were slight and she suspected that the rest of her arms were the same, so that ruled out Beater. Rose wasn't fat- far from it- but her arm muscles were toned from swinging that Beater's bat for so many years. The girl didn't appear to have that good reactions when it came to the Quaffle as she had dropped it when Alex came near, so probably not a Keeper of a Chaser. That left Seeker. But the Gryffindor team already had a good Seeker- Tyler Lestrange.

"You interested in Quidditch?" Alex heard herself asking anyway. "We still have some spots open on the Gryffindor team, as it's still the beginning of the year." The girl might be the best suited for a Seeker position but she was also thin framed and probably nippy in the air. Those were skills shared by the Seeker and the Chasers. She might not make a bad Chaser. Alex smiled and tried to appear friendly, the girl might be nervous after transfering to another country- she wouldn't know anyone in England, let alone at Hogwarts.

She'll still know your father's name though... A small voice at the back of Alex's head whispered and she nearly groaned inwardly. Yes, if the girl was in fact a Seeker and interested in Quidditch and could speak English then there was no doubt she would know Alex's father, Zac Falconer, proud Seeker for both England and America- helping to take both of them to the Quidditch World Cup Final, and for England winning that Cup Final. That had been eight years ago and Alex could still remember what it had felt like, at the age of nine to be cheering on her father from the Top Box. It had been magical, and had instilled in Alex further the love for all things Quidditch.