Flying at Each Other's Throats PV Angus

Ana sighed dramatically and crossed her arms. She was so over this. Her good mood that came with flying was gone, and her thoughts had moved to coffee and also what might be for lunch. This entire encounter was irritating her and her stupid stomach was demanding food now to make things worse.

She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic about her evasive maneuvers, but let the subject pass. Despite her annoyance with this boy and this situation and her rumbling stomach, the curious side of her won out and she silently decided she would help this moron in his endeavor to find whatever it was he had collided with. For a bit anyway. Odds were he was trying to cover for nearly murdering both of them, but that was neither here nor there.

When he shakily pointed to the stands, she hopped up on her broom and flew over. It was a nice bit of broomwork if she said so herself. She had shot straight over like a bullet and hadn't even come near crashing into the stands or anything. It was extra and unneeded, since she could have easily walked the relatively short distance to the stands. However, she was feeling lazy, and anyway, seeing as the boy was taller than her and obviously had longer legs, he would walk faster, which she wouldn't tolerate. Anyway, if she hadn't been that extra, she would have had to bear the indignity of trying to climb up on the stands or awkwardly find the nearest set stairs.

She dismounted and looked over her shoulder to see how long he was taking to get over there. Tapping her foot impatiently, she glanced around, hoping to see whatever it was he was looking for. "I don't see anything," she informed him when he reached earshot. Sure, she hadn't looked under the bleachers or anything, but would it have really fallen under them?