When Life Gives You Lemons... OPEN Closed

@Koko Riddle | @Hengist Warbeck

Isaac measured the distance between his pointer finger and thumb, holding his hand up in front of his face. An even distance would be perfect for a race. Although he loved the thrill of quick dashes, there was something so much better about complicated acrobatics and near misses. Koko was already shaping up to be a complex opponent. He could tell from the practiced way that she got onto her broom. She flashed a smile at him and the Ravenclaw boy on the ground, but it looked a little high-strung and tense.

Then, he gazed at the pitch again, this time, in judgement. The long oval shaped field was good for dashing, and the goalposts would be for testing accuracy while turning. A little part of him had a bad feeling, as he was absolute garbage at turns, but he figured that he'd just make up for it in the speed portion.

"We start at that set of goalposts," he waved his arm to the left, indicating the staggered baskets at the end, "fly up the field, then take three turns around that set of posts," he then pointed to the posts to the right. "After that, whoever can get back to where we started first, wins."

Simple, effective, and a challenge. His heart was already racing in excitement, making it almost difficult to hold onto the handle of his broom. If Koko agreed, then it would only be a few moments until the two of them were off flying.

He realized the presence of the third boy on the ground again, and inwardly wondered if he wanted to join or not, for the third time. Another bloke in the race would make it even more unpredictable, and his eyes might've been deceiving him, but he felt as if the boy would be another good Quidditch player. Why else was he on the pitch?

"Oi, you down there. You sure you want to sit out on this one?"

Hm, Koko thought. Flying from there to there would be fun... And it would certainly pose as a challenge. "Sure, that works," Koko said, awkwardly dismissing Isaac's speech to the other boy. She kept herself straddled on the broom, still testing its weight, and soon she found that she was ready to fly. "J-just tell me when you're ready!" Koko yelled back down, not so confidently. She didn't know how she would do in a race, so she supposed it wouldn't be too hard.

She would wait until and if the Ravenclaw replied to Isaac, and in the waiting time she would swerve around in the air, still trying to get a feel for the broom. It was weighted awkwardly in her hands, but she would easily be able to deal with it - right?

Koko certainly hoped so. That would make life so much easier for her. It would be like someone holding an ugly neon orange sign in front of her that read 'Don't fall to your death!' Still, though, Koko thought she was a good opponent for this broom. The kid? Not so much. An awkward Slytherin would be no match for a Gryffindor who was seemingly able to use math correctly. Koko hated math. It was almost pointless. She could see the point in it, but the twelve-year-old heavily disliked it. Oh well... Maybe she would use it one day.

Elizabeth ran out onto the quidditch pitch looking for her friends. She was sobbing and she had just been beat up by a couple of slytherin boys who hated her. "That's the second time this year." She whispered out loud. She had twisted her ankle when they forced her inside the classroom before they started punching and yelling at her for telling her friends in the library. She was dizzy, thirsty, and tired. She wandered around and she noticed she was being followed by one of the slytherin boys. She turned around and tried to run but her ankle hurt to much. She felt a hand grab her arm and pull her behind a bush. "Stop limping or you will drag more attention to yourself. Also if I see you telling anyone what happened then I will report you to our leader and he might not have mercy on you next time." He laughed wickedly and pushed Elizabeth into the bush. He walked away watching at a close distance. Elizabeth got up and noticed that the fall gave her some deep scratches. She noticed a stand with a girl sitting there socializing with other people. She seemed to be making lemonade. Elizabeth did her best to slowly walk with no limp but it caused her to much pain. She collapsed but immediately got back up and tried to make her way over for a drink. Then the girl got up and rode on a broom with some of the other kids. Elizabeth fell down again closer to the stand and couldn't stand back up. She started crying with pain and anger. She looked over at the Slytherin boy who was still watching and he gave her a disapproving glare before he walked away smiling. "Oh no." Elizabeth thought. "He is going to tell the leader." Elizabeth didn't have the strength to get up and walk back to her dorm so she sat there crying.

Koko was still trying to get the broom to obey her commands when she saw something... suspicious. A boy had shoved a girl into a bush... a Slytherin boy. Koko managed to dive down towards the ground - sort of - and she then proceeded to almost faceplant on the ground before tumbling off of the idiot broom. ”Damn stick,” the girl muttered as she dusted off her robes, still eyeing Isaac and Hengist. ”I’ll be right back. Need to check on something.” She glared at her housemate.

The blonde’s hair swung as she walked, her golden eyes fixed on the Slytherin boy leaving. ”Hey!” Koko yelled. ”Get back here, you bastard!” She still gripped the broom, which was trying to wrestle its way out of her grasp. The statement may have been aimed at the boy, but it might have been aimed at her broomstick. She was not entirely sure. Either way, she knew she was now pissed off.

”Kid,” Koko said to the redhead. ”Why the hell are you crying? Blimey, just get up there and tell him the heck off!” At least her advice didn’t involve bashing someone’s head in. The girl should have been thankful that Koko was at least going to help a little.

Elizabeth looked up and was being yelled at by a older slytherin girl. The she noticed another girl coming over and both of them were asking what had happened. Elizabeth replied saying "Well that boy is a part of a group that keeps attacking me but I think that will be the last time for a while." Elizabeth smiled evilly but then realized this was a perfect opportunity to recruit the girls for her group Injustice. Elizabeth then said "My ankle will be fine I have many people on my side to help me and give these boys a broken nose when they have the chance but today I just happened to be alone. But I have a very important question to ask you two. I have a group called injustice and this group is about random smart trustworthy and brave kids to come and devise a plan to stop the bullying. Violence will be the last resort." She said lastly. Elizabeth noticed that they were all alone except for the remaining kids on the broom who seemed to be looking right at them. Elizabeth knew she probably looked horrible but she didn't care she had to get back to planning but this time she had to watch her back. Elizabeth then realized she had never introduced herself. "Oh sorry where are my manners, my name is Elizabeth smith but you can call me Eliza, so what do you say?" Elizabeth said hopefully.