Flying Mentorship PV Z. Deakin

Zephyr was drowning in homework, he spent the entire morning buried in his bajillion of schoolwork. He made a strict schedule that day, no flying until he finished everything. If he didn't do it this way, he would just end up procrastinating, eventually give up, and go flying instead. That would leave his homework undone, and the next day would be worse for him. He didn’t like panicking on the day of the deadline, so he sucked it up and forced himself to focus. He lost track of the time, but when he closed his textbook and checked the time, it was already late in the afternoon. Oh wow, I've been doing my homework for that long! Even missing lunch! He stretched his arms and legs. At least the work was done, and now, flying!

He grinned as he changed into comfortable clothes for the cold weather and then grabbed his broom on the way out of his dorm. He headed straight to one of the towers, his heart beating faster at the thought of finally flying. As soon as he reached the top, he kicked off and shot into the air. He was welcomed with a cold breeze, but was exhilarated to the point he shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring if anyone below heard him. The sky was endless and free.

Not everyone liked heights, but he did. He liked the feeling of wind brushing against his face and the control he had over the broom. Since arriving at Hogwarts, he got a taste of Quidditch and broom racing, both unofficial matches. Those experiences made him realise that flying was not entirely for fun, it was something he could focus on, something that offered challenge and tested his capacity as a person. The rush of racing through the air reminded him of climbing trees back home, but it was more freeing.

After a morning spent doing nothing but homework and sitting still, this was a perfect excuse to unwind. Flying helped clear his mind and ease his stress. The higher he went, the tinier the world below looked. He liked flying so much now because of the speed or height and the sense that he could push himself to do something challenging and that nothing else could bother him while he was up here. Flying had become more than a sport. It gave him freedom, focus and reminded him that he's more than capable as a person.

Once he was high enough, he started trying out different maneuvers he had seen other students do in the matches he was a part of. Tried small dives and the wind pushed past his face, then he went down fast, and pulled up again just in time, all the while his heart was pounding so fast. He didn't notice he already reached the Quidditch pitch as he flew and practised. Though tired, he was feeling energised. He could always rely on flying to clear his head and test his limits.

Seeing as the pitch was not in use by any teams that time, Zephyr just made one quick lap and went down to rest, not noticing the presence of one student.

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𝐻𝑒𝓍 𝒞𝑜𝒹𝑒 #8B4513 English #C71585 French #006400 Latin #000000 Parsel #000080 Spanish 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 @Zephyr Deakin 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃(𝓈) N / A	As Cash hover at such a great height over the Training Pitch astride their Silver Arrow, the world they were in seems to fade into nothing. The whipping of the winter wind breezes through their shoulder-length hair. The air whistled softly as it hit the Sixth Year's face. The green eyes closed as they took a deep breath. Inhaling the clean air. Let the air fill their lungs to the fullest, and slowly the Second-String Keeper exhale it; The Scotish Highlands air gave them peace and tranquility. The kind of tranquility that Cash needs to calm their from time-to-time chaotic mind. As the young Ironwoods opened their eyes again, the Pitch was still empty. 7The sole occupants of the winter grassy ground were themselves. The Healer aspire then smirked to themselves. They wanted to do a broom stunt that they never done before. The wind suddenly picked up into a hard blow of cold air. Cash had become accustomed to the unpredictable Hogwarts' air. They had been and felt that kind of weather for six years. Quidditch matches were known to be brutal. Not just because the players on both teams were involved, but also because the unforgiving weather, especially during winter, could happen from time to time during matches. And so, with that set of mind, Cash grabbed the shaft of their broom tightly and made a sharp dive toward the ground. Their Silver Arrow moves downhill fast. Faster than what Cash could calculate and predict. Because of that wrong calculation and prediction, Cash was suddenly thrown off their broom. Good thing the distance when they fell from their broom to the ground wasn't that dangerous. "Holy fuck!"They cursed out in Spanish. Cash was ready to take flight again after that almost nasty fall, then realized that they were not the only occupant of the Pitch anymore. In the distance, their green eyes watch a boy flying around the Pitch, then get off his broom to take a rest. Cash never met the boy before. They could easily ignore the boy. But as they said, 'curiousity kill the cat'. And so, with Cash holding their Silver Arrow in their left hand, Cash marched toward the boy. As Cash comes closer, the boy looks younger than they are. Perhaps he is in his First or Second year. "You,"Cash said to the boy, extruding authority and demand. "Since when did you get in here?"They question the boy. "And who are you?"Cash inquired. The Slytherin Quidditch robe that Cash wore, waving like a flag behind them, because it got blown by the wind as Cash brushed back their slightly disheveled hair into place. So, they look at least a bit appropriate and decent in the situation they are currently in.	𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓊𝓉𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈 Dark Blue Turtleneck + Slytherin Quidditch Robe + Black Slim Fitted Jeans + Dark Blue Highkick Sneakers + Silver Arrow 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐹𝑒𝒷𝓇𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝟣𝓈𝓉, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟨 𝒜 𝐹𝑒𝓌 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇

Zephyr finished his lap and landed to take a quick break when he heard a rush of wind, it was loud that he can only assume they have a fast broom. He looked up just in time to see someone dove sharply that he actually held his breath. That’s too fast...He thought, both in concern and amazement. He was in that state when the rider lost control that he sucked in a breath and stepped forward in response.

He swore his heart jumped to his throat when he saw the person got thrown off her broom. Good thing it was not that high. Thank Merlin! But... it was still enough to make him flinch especially when he heard her curse. Two things he realized when he heard that: first, at least she's okay if she can scream like that, and second, that tone told him she's pissed. Who wouldn't be anyway? That was definitely in another language, one that sounded Spanish but he couldn't be sure. His brain lagged as he tried to process everything at once while his heart was still beating way too fast. She stood up looking fine but it was terrifying for him especially when he just came from an accident himself.

He stayed where he was, awkwardly he might add, just standing with his broom beside him, pretending he didn't panic at all. He watched as the older student picked up their broom and started walking toward him. uh oh.... She's coming over here. What am I supposed to do?! He realized something, who the girl was, she's a Slytherin Quidditch player. He had seen her from a few matches he watched but seeing her up close, she's... intimidating...very confident. Something tells him he was not supposed to be here officially.

Hearing her tone, his shoulders tensed, his entire body straightened so fast that he almost knock his own broom over. “I... uh--” Great start dumbo. He swallowed and tried to look calm even though his ears were warming. “I... I thought the pitch was empty, I didn’t see anyone when I flew in. I swear.” He said quickly his words tumbled. “I was not trying to interrupt practice or anything.”

“You scared me for a second...” He should tie his tongue, he shouldn't have opened up that one. Idiot. “I thought you were gonna hit the ground way harder than that.” What? Stop talking! You're digging your own grave! He looked nervous but trying his best to be polite. “I’m Zephyr. I’m not on the team, I just fly sometimes to clear my head.” He glanced at the Silver Arrow, “Uh... are you okay though?”