The two Gryffindor's had been practicing on the pitch when Katie made a bad pass. The quaffle went missing quickly in the thick white snow and the two had to go looking on foot for it. IT had bounced and rolled all the way into the forest
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Miles was reaching for his wand when he realized it was just two Gryffindor girls. Blech.
"Someone who extremely dislikes having frozen ice balls shot at his face," he finally replied, keeping his fingers secured around his wand but not drawing it out of pocket.
Katie laughed instantly and couldn't keep it in. She covered her mouth but the distinct shaking of her shoulders were just as obvious.
Rolling her eyes Angelina sighed before scratching her head a little nervously. "Sorry," She recognized the voice and by the amount of Katie's stiffled laughter so did her fellow Gryffindor. Miles Bletchley. Slytherin. She'd never really had a bad encounter with him (discounting quidditch of course) but the same could be said for a good one. "Didn't see-well I saw you but didn't know who you, uh, were. Thought you were Katie." Looking back to her friend Katie laughed again.
"Wot? Cause you think he looks like a girl?" She asked. "Maybe it's cuz you look like a boy!" Angie countered which consisted of another snowball sent her way.
Trying to keep a somewhat serious face Angie looked to Miles and shrugged. "Couldn't be that bad. Not like snow hurts or anything."
"Hurt or not, it's fucking freezing and I would prefer not to have the snow plastered against my cheek and melting down my shirt." Honestly, he could feel the cold water running down his back and it was not helping him warm up in the least.
"And if you're going to laugh, Miss Johnson, you might as well let it out. Holding yourself serious like that makes you look constipated."
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"Someone who extremely dislikes having frozen ice balls shot at his face," he finally replied, keeping his fingers secured around his wand but not drawing it out of pocket.
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Rolling her eyes Angelina sighed before scratching her head a little nervously.
"Sorry," She recognized the voice and by the amount of Katie's stiffled laughter so did her fellow Gryffindor. Miles Bletchley. Slytherin. She'd never really had a bad encounter with him (discounting quidditch of course) but the same could be said for a good one.
"Didn't see-well I saw you but didn't know who you, uh, were. Thought you were Katie." Looking back to her friend Katie laughed again.
"Wot? Cause you think he looks like a girl?" She asked.
"Maybe it's cuz you look like a boy!" Angie countered which consisted of another snowball sent her way.
Trying to keep a somewhat serious face Angie looked to Miles and shrugged.
"Couldn't be that bad. Not like snow hurts or anything."
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"And if you're going to laugh, Miss Johnson, you might as well let it out. Holding yourself serious like that makes you look constipated."
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