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Post by Dorian Knight on Oct 17, 2008 12:05:16 GMT -5
(How is she undressing and letting things pool at her feet on a broom?)
Ryan just watched her as she did all of this, leaning on his broom. For a moment, he was content not to follow her, but just to continue watching. He wanted to see how she was on a broom, how she moved.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Oct 17, 2008 13:01:49 GMT -5
(She's not on her broom yet? Lol, she just walked on to the field.)
Done with the wind and ready for it to blow across her face in a faster fashion she pulled a jacket from her things and put it on, in a swift graceful motion she had straddled her broom and kicked off the ground into the air. She noticed he was still there, or rather she could sense he was there watching her and pulled her broom to a stand still turning to look for him.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Oct 19, 2008 13:54:39 GMT -5
He was still in the stands, on his feet., watching her.
"Want some company yet?" he called.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Oct 19, 2008 14:06:42 GMT -5
She paused just in front of him at the stands with a semi blank look since she was surprised he was still there then he asked if she wanted company and she smiled with a slow nod. What could she say? She liked his company from the first time he walked around with her. She liked being with him and she wasn't about to shuffle through whatever that meant.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Oct 22, 2008 17:13:25 GMT -5
Ryan laughed and nodded. "Then I'll stay," he said, bringing his broom to his side.
"What exactly are you practising, doll?" he asked. "And how may I be of service?"
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Oct 22, 2008 20:45:25 GMT -5
She quirked a side smile at him, " Eh, it's an excuse to fly..."practicing"" she shrugged, " Just try and keep up." she challenged with a glint in her eye. She was teasing him of course, he'd definitely be able to catch up with her, he was a quidditch player after all, but that didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy the chase.
After that small challenge she raced off.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 5, 2008 5:59:03 GMT -5
Dorian smirked and took his time getting on his broom, and even when he was in flight, he was lazy in chasing her.
"What exactly are you doing, Sam?" he asked. "How can I help you?"
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 5, 2008 8:26:06 GMT -5
He was humoring her in chasing her around but she liked it anyway. She felt young for once in her life, free to do what she wanted, free to laugh, free to smile, free to be a teenage girl.
She flew around the court then stopped to see where he was at when her eyes caught his she gave him a small smile before falling back taking her broom with her flying straight toward the ground.
She let her body relax and allowed herself to freefall. It was a beautiful feeling and something she had wanted to do since she saw Seth do the same while racing after the snitch.
Course Seth had a plan and he was watching for how close the ground was, but that didn't matter to Sam, she just wanted the experience.
Then of course nearly two seconds before she was to be a splatted puddle of bones and such her broom slowed to a stop the jolt was still there however and it tossed her lightly off onto the field.
It was a spontaneous thing to do, and she was sure Dorian had no clue what she was doing, but it felt amazing.
Course the landing could have been better, now she was shaking on the ground with tears...or laughter?
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 6, 2008 4:24:52 GMT -5
Ryan watched, curius as to what she was doing, but nearly every player dive bombed the field at some point in a game, so he didn't think anything of it until she hit the ground, and he felt a very unfamiliar pang in his gut as he quickly flew down.
"Sam! Sam?" He jumped off his broom at a run. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 6, 2008 4:42:30 GMT -5
She still didn't turn to face him not yet. She was laughing at herself for falling, and she couldn't believe that either, that she was actually laughing at something embarassing. But how liberating it had been! How amazing! She wanted to do it again actually, again and again and again.
Finally she turned up and faced him he came into the sunlight blocking it from her view and she saw his face, she saw the worry there, and she was contrite, and she was happy at the same time, " I'm fine...I feel wonderful."
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 17, 2008 4:16:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, all right," Ryan said, coming closer and offering his hand to help her up. Wonderful, huh? She was off her rocker.
"Did you hurt anything?" He asked, still worried about the tumble she took.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 17, 2008 12:19:33 GMT -5
She took his hand, and nearly spry as ever she got up thanking him as she did so. She was prepared to step away with all her dignity when her legs, still wobbly from the fall decided not to support her anymore, she fell forward and lost balance.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 17, 2008 16:48:15 GMT -5
"Hey, careful," Ryan said, his hands on her shoulders as he tried to steady her.
"Do you need to see Madam Pomphrey?" He asked. The house would murder him if he had let their champion get injured on his watch.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 17, 2008 21:42:15 GMT -5
Sam steadied herself by putting her hands out on his arms to hold the position he had, and then unknowingly looked up into his eyes. Hers turned a softer shade and she didn't quite smile but the look was in her eyes."Yes, I'm alright. Thank you."
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 27, 2008 4:08:05 GMT -5
"Yes, I should take you to the hospital wing?" He asked, smiling a little knowing it wasn't what she had meant.
"Let's hope flying isn't the main part of any of the tasks," he teased her, letting go of her and picking up her broom.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 27, 2008 8:30:34 GMT -5
Samantha shook her head quickly which proved not to be the smartest idea. "No. No I'm quite ...fine." she announced though she looked in the air and tried to smile weakly at the stupid thing she had just "accomplished".
When he teased her about the flying her eyes narrowed in a shy way as she blushed, then without a second hesitation she lifted her chin and reached for her broom, "I'm an excellent flyer." she told him haughtily though the corners of her mouth barely hid her amusement.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 28, 2008 4:03:10 GMT -5
"You know, I do hate to burst your bubble, but the excellent flyers tend to avoid the ground," Ryan told her, smiling now because he was glad she was okay. She was given him a bit of a scare at first.
"FLying, in general, involves the sky, actually."
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 28, 2008 4:13:43 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at him, " Like you've never dived before." she commented lightly her chin in the air still. She smiled however and got back to her broom. She reached for it but her hand trembled slowly she had after all just taken a fall.
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Post by Dorian Knight on Nov 29, 2008 3:35:56 GMT -5
Dorian just watched her curiously. He didn't stop her from getting back on her broom, but he was going to keep a close eye on her, just in case.
"No," he said with a smile. "I've never fallen from my broom before. And that is the Merlin's honest truth. It doesn't mean the broom hasn't hit the ground with me a few times."
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Nov 29, 2008 4:53:49 GMT -5
She smiled, "That doesn't surprise me. You sit your seat well." she said offhand. He was a hell of a quidditch player and he probably already knew that but she'd mention it anyway because...well she didn't really know, there was simply a lot to say about him...and she wanted to say it. She also wanted to ask why he made her feel funny at times, and why she was feeling fluttery even before she had taken her fall.
"Well...what now?"
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