Gryffindor's Should Sleep In ((Open))

[mgirl03]

It couldn't be explained, and Al wasn't too worried about it, but at the words 'it's a date', his stomach gave a happy jolt. It was odd, and he probably would have brooded over it and what in the world was up with his stomach, had Rory's next words distracted him. She was planning on talking to a bloke? Who was it? Al's brows furrowed, and he frowned slightly--would this guy be some annoying prat who was only in it for the snogging, or would he be an okay?

He was about to ask Rory those questions when the healer came over and checked her ankle. When he saw her cross her fingers, he smiled reassuringly, deciding to forget about the bloke for now. When she jumped up at the okay he couldn't help but chuckle, and went along with the tugging at his hand and followed Rory out into the hallway, sticking his hands into his pockets.

"If you walk backwards and trip and fall, and then do something to your ankle again, I will most definitely laugh at you," Al commented lightly, smirking at her. Before she had a chance to respond to this, his mind was already back to her earlier comment and his questions were out of his mouth.

"So you were planning on talking to a bloke?" he asked curiously, eyes narrowing just a bit as he tilted his head. "I swear I won't beat him up. Unless, y'know, I have a reason to. I'm not like that and you know it." He reached out with his left hand and gently prodded her arm. "Soo, do I know him? Or are you just making this up to get back at me for the whole 'beating up' crack?"

He tilted his head a bit more, running his hand through his hair again as he tried to throw a winning smile her way.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

If you walk backwards and trip and fall, and then do something to your ankle again, I will most definitely laugh at you She managed to stick her tongue out before he started questioning her. A grin stayed on her face as she continued to stroll backwards down the hall ahead of him, he arms still swinging loosely at her sides in her contentment at finally being free and able to move around as she pleased. She smirked at Al's curiosity and looked up with her eyes as if debating his question and what the answer was to it.

"umm.."

Turning on her heal to face forward she cast her answer over her shoulder.

" Yeah, you sort of know him.."

She glanced over her shoulder..

" And no.... the whole beating up crack is why I 'won't' be telling you his name. He's actually pretty sweet and cute.."

A thought in the back of her head twinged, very quietly...though she nearly managed to block out its friendship threatening words.. ~though not as much as you are~ she ignored it..

Casting a playful grin over her shoulder she continued..

" you'd probably go an scare him off with some lame, long winded lecture about treating me right. "

[mgirl03]

He sort of knew the guy? This got Al's mind to start to whir, running through all of the guys that Rory might like that he would know. It could be somebody from the Quidditch team, or it could be one of the fifth year boys he had spoken with a few times. He made a face at that thought--he highly doubted that a guy in Rory's year would capture her attention, at least not with the way she went on about how annoying they were.

He frowned when she said that she wouldn't tell him the name--that wasn't fair! He would tell Rory if he was crushing on somebody! His heart tugged at the girl's description of the bloke, and he frowned a little more--yeah, the guy better well be bloody sweet, or Al would have to deal with the twit. However, his frown disappeared at the playful grin she threw at him, which caused him to grin back. She was always so smiley and hyper that it was practically contagious.

"Hey! I wouldn't go on a long winded lecture, you twit!" he shouted after her indignantly. He briefly debated tackling her, but decided against it--the Healer had said that she needed to take it easy, so he didn't want to risk hurting her ankle again. He was content with jogging a bit so that they were side by side again, and he reached over a hand to shove her shoulder. "But excuse me for wanting a bloke to treat you right. Not that I need to lecture him for that--I could just punch his nose in. The action speaks wonders, you see."

He grinned playfully down at her, running a hand through his hair again. While he usually was a friendly kind of guy, he knew that Rory wouldn't put it past him to punch a guys lights out if they did something rude to her, or his family. Every Gryffindor had some sort of a temper, of course.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Smirking as he jogged up beside and spoke, her she tried for an offended look and failed miserably. Laughing as he shoved her shoulder she jumped a bit to be able to reach his hair with both hands and mess it up.

" You are NOT, to punch him in the nose..you prat! "

Smiling she eyed her handy work and burst out in a fit of laughter as they reached the entrance hall doors again. His hair, wild on a good day, now looked like it had taken on a life of its own, and each individual hair apparently hated the others and wanted to be nowhere near them. Simmering down into chuckles she scanned the floor of the entrance hall. Spotting what she had been after, the treacherous acid pop, she stooped to pick it up and shoved in in her pocket.

"There! Nasty thing..it shouldn't even be called a sweet if you ask me."

She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the candy and then walked over to pick up her boom.. the other students would be down for breakfast shortly. Stepping out the doors bfore Al, into the sunlight she grabbed his broom, smiling gently at the smooth feel of the wood beneath her hand. Al had taught her to fly on his broom in her first year at Howarts. Her parents had never been much for brooms, either one of them ,they perfered to apparate. Remembering Al's never ending patience during those lessons, a patience that seem to spill over into the way he'd treated her nearly every day sense, she ran her fingers over the worn wood affectionately.

[mgirl03]

Being called a prat did nothing to him, of course, and he was used to her messing up his hair--but when Rory jumped up and used both hands, and then promptly burst out laughing while looking at him, he knew that his hair must look even worse than usual. He scowled and took out his wand from his back pocket, waving it in front of his face to cast a mirror spell. He looked at his hair, before he too began to laugh, vanishing the spell and sticking his wand back into his pocket.

"You're the prat," he said, trying to smooth his hair down with both hands. When she commented on the acid pop, he smirked and shook his head. "I knew there was a reason why I always hated those things. Evil, they are." He shook his head again, still running both hands firmly over the top of his head--he knew he probably looked mad, but he was positive that he looked better now than his hair did two seconds ago.

He came to a stop, performing the mirror spell again to make sure that he didn't look like he was struck by lightening. His hair was back to its usual wild self, which was good enough for him, so he put his wand away and moved out the doors to stand on the steps next to Rory. He looked down with a smile, watching as she ran her fingers over the worn handle.

"Things been through a lot," he commented lightly. "I'm sad to let it go, but it's just about shot. Maybe you wanna help me look at some sample brooms? I'm sure we could find somebody with a Which Broomstick magazine, that would let me have a read." He reached out, rubbing his thumb over the wood with a sentimental smile.

"Of course, I know what memories this would bring up for you," he continued. "Hopped on this thing your first year. It was still pretty new then, and you were bloody brilliant on it immediately. Dunno why that doesn't surprise me."

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Rory beamed at his complement and turned her head to look up at him.

" I had a wonderful teacher. " She smirked and shrugged "and I'm just good like that.."

Smiling she looked at the broom again..

"Remember the first time I tried a sloth grip roll? Your grandmun about had a heart attack when she came out and saw me upside down and hanging from a broom that far up. It was hard to tell who was the worst howler, you barking in my ear for trying it without warning you first, or your grandmun yelling at you for having me up that high to begin with. "

She chucked at the memory of it. She really adored Al's grandmother, Molly Weasley. The elderly witch had a love that seemed to spill over her blood relatives and envelope friends of the falimly right into her fold.

" I'd only been flying about three weeks at the time. "

Turning her head to him once more her eyes had cleared from their natural stormy grey into a clear and bright blue. The color only ever came out when she was feeling exceptionally at peace and content. Oddly enough Al was the only one ever to have see it... Pushing that dangerous thought from her mind she lifted both brooms up between them.

"Willing to swap for the morning? I'd love a go on the old bird on more time before you trade out."

[mgirl03]

The returned compliment made Al smile, although when Rory then went on to compliment herself he rolled his eyes. He knew of course that she was just joking around--she wasn't ever that egotistical, at least not when it came to her Quidditch skills. Another thing that Al always thought Rory understood was that there was no room for an ego in the game of Quidditch--if you were good, that was fantastic, but bragging about it wasn't going to make you any better.

When she brought up the story of her first sloth grip roll, Al broke out into an amused grin, also recalling the day. He had still been teaching Rory different techniques at that stage in her training, and he had been about to show her the way to do a Sloth Grip roll. Then suddenly, she had just zoomed away and tried it out, and ended up getting stuck upside down--just as his Grandma came outside. He grimaced at the mention of her howling at him, and reached out an arm to flick her shoulder.

"You deserved to be barked at, having barely any flying experience and then trying that out without giving me a heads up or waiting for me to show you how," he said, shaking his head at her. He watched with a grin still in place as she faced him, and saw that her eyes had changed to one of his favorite colors--the clear blue that she only had when she was totally happy and content.

He wondered for a moment how many times he had seen her eyes that color, and knew that it wasn't all the time. She was mostly a content person, but she just had to be extremely so or her eyes were her regular stormy grey. Running a hand through his hair, eyes glazed over, he was still thinking about all of the amazing eye colors she had when she asked if he'd be willing to swap brooms. He gave a slight start, blinking as he came out of his dream land.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he said quickly, nodding as he reached out a hand to gently take her broom into his grasp. "I'm sure she'd love to have you riding her one last time. Just don't blame me if you find yourself falling out of the sky, or something." He grinned again, knowing that his broom wasn't that dead.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Waiting for a response from Al, who seemed to be stuck in some sort of a spaced out daze, she quirked an eyebrow and smirked. When he finally jerked out of it and took her broom she couldn't help but laugh.

" What's with you? ..Got something on your mind? "

She rolled her eyes and grinned at his comment about falling out of the sky.

" I think we'll manage alright.."

Noteing the empty grounds around them she cast an all to familiar look back at Al before quickly mounting the boom and kicking off from the steps. They weren't really suppose to fly on the open grounds, they were reserved for foot traffic. But Rory really couldn't care a snifflers butt what the rules were at that moment. As she rose up into the sky at a rather fast clip she flung her arms out to the sides and laughed aloud with the sheer thrill and joy of finally being back on a broom.. it had actually only been about two days.. in her mind though that was two days to many. Beaming from ear to ear she grasped hold of the handle again and began looking around to see if Al had joined her or if he had walked.. her eyes searched the skies first. If she knew Al he be up here somewhere.

[mgirl03]

Before Al even had a chance to be defiant and deny that anything was up with him, Rory mounted his broom and took to the sky. He blinked, watching her until the glaring sun made him look away. He closed the front door that they still had open with a kick of his foot, and then mounted Rory's broom with a rather mischievious grin. Kicking off of the steps, he zoomed up and forward fast, hair flying in the wind so that it looked even more windswept than usual.

He was still behind Rory, but he was also up higher than her. He grinned wider as she looked around for him, in the sky and on the ground. Swooping down, he flew right above her, his food gently kicking her shoulder before he leaned forward more on the broom and zoomed off towards the pitch.

"RACE YOU!" he shouted over his shoulder, hoping that she had been able to hear him. Feeling content on the broom, he layed flat on it and zoomed as quick as he could towards the finish line. He had riden Rory's broom before, but it was still rather odd to not have his old dinosaur one underneath him. He rubbed his thumbs over the handle, sort of missing the worn wood that he would usually feel. After a moment he glanced behind himself, wondering how far behind Rory was.

[.RORY KAY BLAKE !]

Glancing around for Al in the skies around and bellow her, she was rather taken by surprise when something knocked gently against her shoulder. Eyes widening a bit she looked up to see Al's feet sore over head. She could just hear his challenge carried to her on the wind. Leaning forward she grinned and urged his old broom after him. She really loved this old thing and it wasn't really worn out, it was just getting older and needed a gentler hand than Quidditch allowed. She made a mental note to ask him if he planed on trashing it when he got a new one, if he did she'd see if he'd spare it the humiliation and let her have it as a second broom for for non Quidditch related flights.

Nearing his broom she reached out and caught hold of the tail of her broom just as he looked back in her direction. She grinned and pulled back on the brush. Blagging was grounds for a foul in Quidditch, but they weren't playing just. yet so what was that saying she heard her grandmother use? All's fair in love and war.? Slowing him up a bit to gain back the advantage of his early lead she moved up beside him and kept pace for a moment before beaming and shooting towards the pitch again