Completed Don't Lose Your Head! PV Avery Chen, Hui Ming, Cassandra Ironwoods

Interacting with: @Maggie Hawkins
Mentioning: @Hui Ming

Maggie had attended the flying class and, not to brag, but she was quite the natural. She'd always been inclined to be competitive even in activities that didn't warrant it, but also was skilled at working with her teammates and surroundings. Using them to her advantage. So, of course, she'd be trying out for team chaser. But she was always open to having a friend on the team, someone she was quite familiar with, and so when it had been suggested days earlier by Avery, Maggie had agreed with an enthusiastic smile.

"Howdy, partner!" Maggie paused for effect. "Americans say that. Just for reference," her gaze traveled to the brooms, puffing her cheeks out at the sight. They were beaten up, had seen better days, a bit worse for wear. Clearly, they'd been a central part of the school's history, the memory hiding right below the surface of the chipped and splintering wood. Poetic, almost.

Maggie thought they were ugly.

But! Beggars couldn't be choosers, and Maggie took the broom with the bent bristles in a bare hand. Maybe she should've grabbed her gloves on the way out of the dormitory, avoid getting splinters in the gentle skin of her palms, but it was no use to ponder such things now.

"Where's your friend Stick-in-the-mud?" She asked, surveying the expanse of ground surrounding them. She was, of course, referring to Hui Ming, who she didn't necessarily dislike.

Their personalities were sure different, that was for certain.

Interacting with: @Avery Chen
Mentioning: @Hui Ming

Hex Code #4B0082 - English #000080 - French #C71585 - Latin #006400 - Spanish

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The Outfits Reducio

Saturday, September 14^th 2021

Usually, most Saturdays the green eyes spent their time either practicing their music - be it with a guitar that they usually carried with them everyhere the Cuban descendant go or behind a piano - you can found them either under the Oak Tree at the Great Lake or in the Rehearsal Room but not today.

Today, Cash decided to stretch their limbs and practice some manuvers for whenever Quidditch season will be start. After finishing their long overdue Muggle Studies homeworkm Cash decided to fly around the Quidditch Training Pitch for a bit until dinner time rolled in. They begin their journey from the deepest part of the castle which where their House located to the training pitch.

When the green eyes finally arrived at the pitch, they hoped they got the pitch for themselves but turns out someone already beated them to it. Two someone to be exact. They never saw the students before and from the looks of it - aka the other two new faces - both of them are first year.

One of them (Avery) carried two old school brooms from only Merlin's knew where the boy found it. Cash knew that if you wanted to borrowed some old school brooms, you got to asked Professor Jemari for it. Cash done that in their previous year when they had a friendly practice with by then still a Hufflepuff's Beater and one of their good friend, Lindsey Springhall.

Cash shooked their head but did not dwelled too long about it as they marched toward Slytherin Locker Room where they store they broom. One Comet 180. The broom used belong to their mother when she was also a Quidditch player for this school. Once Cash fetched their broom, Cash walked back to the pitch again.

The Cuban descendant then marched toward the new students. Upon closer look, one of them is a girl. "You know, I do not know where in the world did you get that brooms,"Cash stated as they looked at one of the beated up broom that the girl now hold it on her hand. "But if you want to borrow and use the brooms, you got to asked the flying professor for it"They explained to the new students.

"Have either one of you asked for his permission?"They inquired the other students. Then something clicked in their mind. These two could be the new potentials addition for the new school year roster of Slytherin Quidditch team players. "Is there any chance you lots name are Maggie Hawkins and Avery Chen?"The green eyes asked.

If their memory served them correctly, Cash saw the new names up on the Quidditch signed - up sheets whenever the young Ironwoods came and goes between classes as they passed their Common Room bulletin board.

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"No. Not pretty," Maggie confirmed with a short, curt nod. Not pretty at all. But it had personality and the capacity for flight and that was plenty. Looks didn't quite matter if the thing worked, at that was all Maggie cared for right now. "Not pretty at all."

It wasn't a tasteful thing. It looked as if the wood stain had been almost stripped from the wood itself, splintered and bare all around, and the bristles were spread out like tree branches opening up towards the sky. Like the Whomping Willow, except ten times less tidy. Which was saying something considering that Maggie considered the Whomping Willow, while quite historic and magical, to be an eyesore.

Maggie listened to Avery and chewed the upper layer of skin from her lower lip, a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years. "Wouldn't surprise me if his family had a Tesla. Or something," Hui Ming seemed like he came from new money. Much different than old. New cars and technology and, like, rocket-powered shoes. Or something.

"So first, I'm thinking we--" Maggie was cut off by Avery taking off like he was the captain of the freaking Ballycastle Bats.

It didn't look like he knew very well how to come back down.

Maggie groaned and started clambering up the face of the big rock, hopefully putting her out closer to Avery and enabling her to grab him if he drifted closer. "Fly yourself over here! I'll grab you and pull you back down," she only hoped to pull Avery out of his little adventure before they got caught.

Too late. Cash Ironwoods, third year beater. Slytherin fame. They were busted.

"What? Oh," Maggie grunted and stood up on her tiptoes, balancing with the broom against the rock face like a cane. "No, we didn't ask. Bit of a situation, here!"

Oh! Where were her manners? This was a real quidditch player. "Yeah, that's us. You're Cash? Ironwoods?"

Momentarily, Avery's plight was forgotten.

Interacting with: @Cassandra Ironwoods | @Avery Chen

Interacting: @Maggie Hawkins | @Cassandra Ironwoods
Mentioning: @Avery Chen

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This was a bad idea.

The bespectacled first-year knew it to be so and had warned his best friend. Several times. It would not end well. It could not. First-years were not allowed brooms. In a world where first years were allowed to carry devices that could cause explosions, where oversight was lax and safety was a mere afterthought, where broken bones meant days in recovery instead of a lifetime disability; the students were actually forbidden from doing something. And Ming took it seriously.

Not that he found that levitating lethal distances in the air to be particularly more dangerous in this school than, say, to attempt to talk to some upper years. After all, it was only floating with the support of nothing other than a stick with worn-down enchantments. And if the stick failed to support the rider's weight, one would only plummet down several dozen feet with no training on how to land, and brittle bones to break the force of the fall. Lovely. An absolute delight. What could possibly go wrong.

It was with a mixture of frustration and resignation that Hui Ming went down to the Quidditch practice area. He was not sure what he was aiming to achieve here. He could have simply not shown up, to indicate his disapproval to his boisterous and over-friendly best friend. He had considered running to a professor - either Jemari, or the school medic - to be on hand if things went, as they did so often, out of control. He had considered drawing his wand and forcing the boy into submission, to make his see reason and sense.

In the end, none of those options seemed quite right to the bespectacled boy. And so he had decided to show up to the field. Perhaps it was out of loyalty to his friend - he did not want Avery to get into trouble if he did not need to. Perhaps it was out of concern - a level head to run to the adults, if they were needed. Perhaps it was out of a petty need to be proved right.

So here he was after classes, briskly walking towards the training area. The situation wasn't yet dire enough to warrant that he bring himself to the indignity of hurrying in his school clothes, or worse having to actually run.

When he arrived, the scene that met him was simultaneously more hopeful and more dire than he had expected. On the one hand, it appeared that his fellow first-years had already been caught by an upperclassman. And a Slytherin one too, by the looks of all the green that they were wearing. The upperclassman seemed to be in conversation with Miss Hawkins while Avery-

Ming all but ran towards the training pitch, all but interrupting the conversation between the upperclassman and Miss Hawkins who seemed to be introducing themselves.

"Hi. Yes, this is all very interesting Miss." He all but barged into the conversation. "But perhaps we can save the introductions for after keeping the boy from flying away like some manner of rogue kite?"

Hex Code #4B0082 - English #000080 - French #C71585 - Latin #006400 - Spanish

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The Outfits Reducio

Saturday, September 14^th 2021

It seems both of the first years broke one of the rule for flying, at least it is on Cash's book. One of the rules for flying was always have someone to keep an eye at you. Whether it was the flying Professor or someone older. But this two decided it was a good idea to fly about and around when they just learn how to fly.

It took Cash for months learnt to find their balance. Until they found their balanced then they signed up to be on their house Quidditch team rosters. As Cash asked whether both of them named Avery Chen and Maggie Hawkins, the short haired girl said the green eyes were indeed correct. Maggie then asked whether the name that was uttered from her lips were true or not.

When Maggie said both of them in a situation. Cash looked up to the hovering boy that hanged on his broom for dear life. Cash wanted to laughed out loud at the boy misfortune or perhaps it more like out of his own dumbness. "A little help here? Please?"Said the boy that Cash assumed his name was Avery Chen.

The green eyes switched holding their broom from their left onto their right hand. As Cash wanted to say yes that indeed Maggie was right about their name, another boy entered the training pitch. "Hi. Yes, this is all very interesting Miss,"He barged into the conversation. "But perhaps we can save the introductions for after keeping the boy from flying away like some manner of rogue kite?"Exclaimed the bespectacled boy.

The Cuban descendant clicked their tongue and looked at the ill - mannered boy as they raised one of their eyebrow. The way Ming said the word 'Miss' reminded them of Barclay (The Ironwoods chauffeur - driver). There was a distinct manner that emitted from the bespectacled boy. The young Ironwoods did not know whether the other boy (Ming) is a halfblood, pureblood or worst, a muggle - born.

Ming acted like he was well mannered but he is not. "First of all, it is so polite of you barged into someone conversation like that"Cash tutted and directed it to Hui Ming. "If you are a pureblood, I took pity at you parents. They raised an ill - mannered child"Cash stated then their green eyes averted from Hui Ming to Maggie.

"You are correct. That was me"The Beater said. From Maggie they looked at Avery. "Well, I would like to help you,"Cash stretched out their hand but they retracted it quickly before the boy could grabbed it. "If you managed to fly up then you surely have idea how to come down, don't you?"They said to Avery with a smirk on their lips.

Magical people or not; if Cash was in the boy's (Avery) shoes, the young socialite would not dare try to fly with limited knowledge not like this dimwit.

A real Quidditch player! A real member of the Slytherin Quidditch team. How exciting, how intriguing and amazing for Maggie. Maybe a new mentor, someone to teach her how to play.

Or not, because Cash seemed to be pretty peeved at them for flying without teacher permission. And without the know-how to really even fly in the first place.

Maggie tried to squash down her disappointment, because there was stuff of greater importance now! Avery Chen, grabbing her robes and tugging her backward. And, of course, Hui Ming making his appearance. All red-faced and worried. Like a mother. Kinda funny.

"Oh, god, Avery!" Maggie yelped, jerked back by Avery's hold on the collar of her robes. Any more and she'd be dragged off the rock! Gah! "Calm down, man, you're gonna carry me off, too! I got it, Ming, hold your horses."

Lordy. Hui Ming needed to take a chill pill.

This was so embarrassing. "I promise that we're normally more composed than this," Maggie glanced to the upperclassman apologetically, "we'll get down right away. Avery quit squirming."

Making this a whole lot more difficult! After a few moments of trying to pull the other boy down, Maggie finally made progress; pulled Avery down so he could now stand on solid ground.

What a mess.

Interacting with: @Hui Ming | @Avery Chen | @Cassandra Ironwoods