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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
Sirius Black: "It… feels like it did before."
TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
It was quite an honor to speak to the quidditch teams at Hogwarts. It felt like an honor that Rawrir deserved, and he thought he deserved to, and maybe he would find the next big quidditch start.
Rawrir loved his school and remembered all the good times he had with his tricks/pranks and the friends he made. He missed the place. If the spot for flying teacher was open, he might have considered applying for it, but then he had to leave his coaching job with the big leagues, and Rawrir couldn't do that.
It was kind of a dreary day, but Rawrir felt it would be a joyous day. He was going to make sure the kids enjoyed it. After all, when does one get to meet one of the great stars of Quidditch?
Rawrir waited by the Quidditch pitch for one of the Hogwarts staff. He was pretty early and had a reasonable amount of time on his hands before he got to speak to the students. He tapped his foot on the ground and leaned on the wooden stadium wall. He wondered who he was going to meet.
"Another one? Another one?!" Leah's voice echoed from the locker room along with a door slam as she marched out onto the Quidditch pitch with an angry mug and prominent stomp.
"Just for the day, Miss Silvias. Just for one day." Nathaniel protested helplessly which fell on deaf ears. He was already bracing himself for what was to come next. As her once Charms Professor and once bodyguard after that he knew all too well her stubbornness and while sometimes it was enviable as determination, right now they were heading in the other direction toward full grown temper tantrum.
"I don't know if you've looked around, Nat, but this place has its own hopeless Quidditch outcast already. Sal, me. Two. Full up. Sorry." Her fingerless gloved hands clenched at the parchment that had been hanging on one of the Quidditch poles and tossed it at the tall man where it landed with a pathetic, light paper sound and fell to the ground between his feet.
Nathaniel looked down at the crumpled paper ball then back at the shorter woman. Neither budged - as much as Nathaniel wanted to. He hated confrontation, particularly with those he cared about (which was just about everyone). "He speaks and then he's on his way. That's all. Harmless, don't you think?" He said in a measured voice, somewhat skilled at talking her down. He had almost succeeded too, until...
"Who is it even?" Leah demanded with an impatient look as she turned and looked straight up at a familiar face leaning against the stadium wall. "You!" She gasped... or was it more of verbal spew? "Have you lost your mind?" Before Rawiri could respond she turned her wide eyed, shocked gaze onto poor Nathaniel who could only force the weakest of smiles and half shrugs before taking a step back so that he was out of reach of any swing. Merlin knew she couldn't cast any spells so he just needed a larger gate to avoid her.
Leah meanwhile soured and turned her look back onto her old, older classmate. "You're not even a player. You're a coach." Burn. Victory.
"Oh no, it's the shrew" This was the last place he ever thought he see her. The thorn in his side, the bane of his existence. Leah Silvas. Was she the one who he was supposed to be with all day? Nate never mentioned once that he would have to deal with his old shrew. If he knew, he would have never agreed to come.
"Coming for the heart, Leah? At least I couch the big leagues." Rawrir was stern in his voice. "I see you are playing with the little league." He said proudly, thinking that it would get under her skin. Rawrir would do anything to get a good jab at her.
Rawrir turned to Nate and nodded his head over to her. "Why didn't you tell me the walking nightmare was going to be here?" He was anyone by all of this. The day he thought was going to be bright now would be gloomy if he had to deal with Leah all day.
Shrew? "Shrew?!" Her eyes widened then immediately narrowed as she snapped her head around to glare at her former classmate so quickly that her neck threatened to break from the whiplash.
Nathaniel winced at the exchange. It seemed like his old friend and former student, Rawiri couldn't resist. He should have known better, still, Nathaniel had always hoped for the best in people - growth and whatnot. It was the educator in him. Unfortunately, more often than not, people fell back into their old habits - even ones from when they were teens under his tutelage. At least some things were dependable in this crazy world.
"Come now, Tibble. It's a bit early for that, no?" Nathaniel sighed, falling into his old habit of lecturing the two and keeping the peace. At this choice of words Leah now snapped around to look at Nathaniel, opening her mouth to argue further, when Nathaniel raised his hands in surrender catching his own error. "Which is to say not at all. He shouldn't be calling you a shrew at all." His eyes widened again. "Because you're not a shrew of course. A shrew is a small insectivorous mammal resembling a mouse, with a long pointed snout and tiny eyes and..." Oh no. He looked at Rawiri. Nathaniel was a man of truth and definition and he wasn't about to let the young man correct him. "It is, of course, also an aggressively assertive woman..." It was as if he had a shovel and kept digging himself deeper and deeper. He couldn't help it. He turned fast to look at Leah hand raised as if it might still her. "Which you are not." A beat. "Are." Yikes. "Not?" Oh geeze. He exhaled helplessly. "I'm not sure what I am supposed to say here just please cease fire."
Nathaniel then turned to look Rawiri exhausted giving him his warning as well. "Stop." He somehow doubted that they will but a moment's peace would be welcome.
Rawiri's remark about her not being able to play was a smack in the face. And a hard one. And she had felt a smack in the face at the hand of someone she loved too deep into the bottle to remember what they had done the next day. This felt similar. It felt bad. Like the wind had been knocked right out of her. It had been deserved sure, for her running her own mouth, but it still hurt.
"Oh yeah well I..." No insult came. It was as if her brain stalled. "You're a-" Another stall. Her face showed her frustration, her eyes how upset she was and it took all of her might not to lose it right then and there. Nathaniel saw this and raised one hand to get her attention and lowered his sincere, worried gaze their eyes locking. He was giving her an out and she knew it. So she took it.
Leah lowered her head momentarily vanquished. There were very few people, let alone men, that she listened to in her life. One was her coach, one was her father on the rare chance that she saw him, and one was Nathaniel Zimmer. The company was small but mighty. "I can't come for your heart when time and time again you have proven that you don't have one." She murmured under her breath but loud enough for both men to hear as Nathaniel raised his brow at her worried for what was to come next and then he gave a warning look to Rawiri though he doubted it would do much. With that she stepped away from the two pretending to busy herself with a chest of Quidditch supplies in the center of the pitch.
Nathaniel watched her fake her way through whatever she was doing and with a heavy sigh pocketed his hands in his trousers turning to face his once pupil. "Is that out of your system then?" He asked tiredly and a bit let down. He loved the two of them to bits, he loved all of his students, but sometimes he wished they could just... He didn't know. "I did not inform you because you would not have shown up... Or, worse yet, you would have time to rehearse the awful things that you said to each other. I can't imagine..." His voice trailed off for a brief moment as he swallowed and tried to right his train of thought. No use wallowing with these two. "Rawiri, if I may put on the Professor hat for a moment and offer some unasked for advice, there is something to be said for throwing daggers at the heart when one should be throwing daggers at the feet to keep one on their toes. There's a difference between annoyance and malice." Did that even make sense? Probably not.
"Can I trust you for one day or is that still up in the air?... So to speak..."
"Yikes, mate, and you thought me just saying Shrew was bad." Rawrir watched as Nathaniel tried to calm his old rival, but Nathaniel's comment only seemed to make things worse.
"Stop. Stop what?" Rawrir knows what his old friend meant, but he wasn't about to back down from Leah. She had always hit a nerve with him, and Rawrir didn't know why.
"Oh, has the cat caught your tongue." He said with a snarky tone. He felt like he had finally got one on Leah. "What was that?" He said as she heard her mumble. "I can't hear you...not like it was a good comment anyway." Hewas like a little kid trying to see if he could hurt her more than she could hurt him.
Rawrir looked over at Nathaniel, who was giving him that dad look. "What? She started by well being her." Rawrir wasn't going to back down just because of her hurt feelings. Rawrir let out a sigh. "Uh, fine," He paused, taking a deep sallow. "I will try... I mean, try as you own me one, be on my best behavior.”
As all the commotion was going on, Sally walked in seeing her friend Leah didn't look so hot. She had come up knowing Nathaniel was coming to visit Leah, and she had known something odd. She walked up to Leah placing her hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok?"
"Your best behavior is what I'm worried about, Mister Tibble, as I've seen it." Nathaniel sighed, shaking his head some. Yes, today was indeed going to be a long one for more reasons than one. "Instead of best how about we aim for acceptable, polite, or dare I venture to say - good?" It was less than likely but he opted to float the notion anyways.
"She was her because she is, well, her and you are, well, you. To be anyone else would be extremely difficult." Gosh, he was confusing even himself. Lets try again. "That being said we can always try to be the best version of ourselves." A small, encouraging smile crossed his thin lips. "Honestly, no matter how old you kids get some things do stay the same don't they?" He entertained that trivial and somewhat whimsical point just as Sally walked onto the pitch as if on cue. "There is some comfort in that I suppose..."
"Perfectly fine. Never better. Can't you tell?" Leah blatantly lied as she not so gently threw open the chest with her foot. Hell, she kicked it. It was Sally's hand on her shoulder, being touched that stilled her. And for the briefest of moments she was at a loss for words. Other than being pushed or knocked off her broom or dragged to a photo shoot it was rare for someone to connect with her in such a way that showed affection or genuine care. She didn't know what to do with herself. But then, as usual, she kicked back into gear.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes trailed to the other woman's hand several times not so subtly hinting. "We're not doing this." She declared before stepping out and around Sally's 'hold' and went back to pretending to clean up. "We're not doing the whole 'Silvias has lost her marbles and is throwing a tantrum so lets cut the chase and ask her if she's ok so she cries and everything is all better all of a sudden'..." She rambled on, but at the end her voice was firm. "We're not doing it." She repeated, emphasizing whatever point she thought she was making.
"But also, in a roundabout way of answering your question, I'll be better when that idiot leaves." Leah briefly looked up as she chucked a spare Quaffle roughly and loudly into the open chest, clearly getting some anger out and then nodded toward their old classmate across the pitch standing with their former Professor. Looking back at Sally, Leah frowned, clearly bothered and not just mad... upset. "Do you think I'm little leagues now?" She asked her good friend in a pathetic little voice that was so very much unlike her.
Rawiri grabbed under his chin as Nathaniel went on. His old teacher/friend wasn't wrong, and Rawiri was not someone who could be on his best behavior even when he was supposed to. "Ah." He threw his hand down. "Fine, Nathaniel, but this is for you. Not anyone..." he looked over at Leah "else."
Rawiri was not the one to back down from a fight, especially with Leah. Even in the old school days, Nathaniel had to separate the two from each other. Rawiri was surprised that both of them made it out alive in school since they had fought so much. "At least it's only for a few hours, and I'll never have to worry about her again." All he had to do was make it a few hours, and he never saw Leah again.
----Sally’s POV——
What power did Rawiri have over Leah? Sally did not understand. As Leah walked away from her, she looked over at Nathaniel with a 'what the heck is going on' her face.
"No one thinks that, Leah. I am sure you have every right to be upset." She told her friend. Even though Sally had missed what Rawiri had said, she was sure Leah was Jussie's in her feelings.
When Leah asked her if she thought she was little leagues, Sally knew that Rawiri hit a nerve. "Of course not, Leah!" She was encouraging her. "If anything that you're doing is more important. What out someone like you? These kids would not pursue a career in Quidditch." She wanted her friend to know what she did was important. To be someone, you didn't need to be part of the' big' leagues. Sally looked over at Nate again. "What did he do?" Sally was ready to scold someone.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Nathaniel responded to the currently surly Rawiri. For the most fleeting of moments, Nathaniel wondered if he and his school chums had been this trying for Albus Dumbledore so many years ago. More than likely.
"Do your best." He encouraged in a kind and light voice and reached out patting Rawiri on the shoulder. "It's all anyone can do." And it's all he could ask for. "We don't have a time-turner but there is still an opportunity to turn the day around." Perhaps that was too optimistic of an outlook but Nathaniel was borrowing a page from Sally's book. Speaking of, hopefully, she was fairing just as well if not better with the former Gryffindor. The auror began to cross over to the two women to check-in and see.
"I haven't been to one class since I got here." Leah admitted to her pal in a defeated, somewhat embarrassed voice. At Sally's expression, she shrugged. It was true. "This wasn't a choice, Byrne. I don't want to be here. I have to because well-" It was then she spotted Nathaniel and nodded toward the tall man with a roll of her eyes and defeated sigh.
What did he do? Nathaniel's cheeks puffed out as he went through all of the events of the day. How could he ever summarize it all? And so he settled on: "Just enough it seems." And that was the understatement of the century. "Not to worry though. He has assured me he will be more of a gentleman moving forward." Leah gave Nathaniel a look then and he instantly folded. He wasn't a good liar. "Well, he's going to try!" He exclaimed exasperated throwing his hands in the air.
Leah's eyes drifted briefly to Rawiri, narrowed, then moved back on Sally speaking in a firm but hushed voice. "There isn't a nice bone in that man's body. He's smarmy, and egotistical, and unrealistic, and, and, and... I hate him. You remember, Sally. You remember how he was and he's only gotten worse." It was then that she looked at Rawiri and spoke up so he could hear her if he hadn't already. "He is the worst." And with that she moved back to the chest kicking it shut loudly and bending down to pick it up by herself.
Well, that could have gone better. It also could have gone worse. Nathaniel took in a slow inhale before looking down at Sally beside him. "Personally, I'm just grateful that Mister Tibble hasn't tried to hex her and Miss Silvias hasn't thrown a punch... But the day is young." Nathaniel offered lightly to Sally with a slight glint in his eye. There he was trying to joke again. What on earth magical and otherwise had come over him?
"uh." Like a little child, Rawrir huffed. " I will try my best but remember you owe me a drink when the day is done." Rawrir did a tiny kick on the ground in frustration. It was the minor thing Nathaniel could do for him if he had to behave for his Shrew. "Wishfully thinking," he muttered under his breath to Nate's comment about turning the day around.
"It's ok, Leah, and you still have time to go. It will be good for you, I promise." Sally was encouraging the woman. "I understand that sometimes we have to take the path we didn't want to take, but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing." She understood that Leah wanted to still be on the field, but that was not the path she was supposed to take.
"Hm, well, he better watch himself and tries his best. He won't be just dealing with Leah, and he will be dealing with me" She warned Nate that she wouldn't let Rawiri bully Leah in front of her. That was a no-go for Sally.
Great now Rawiri had to deal with two angry people. He didn't feel welcomed at all. The sooner the speech was over, the sooner he would be gone. "Nathaniel, you're going to own me 100 drinks by the end of the day." He said in a whisper to him. He had no idea how he would make it through this.
Sally watched her friends clean up, and I guess it was her way of trying to keep her mind off Rawiri. "I remember he is the same old Rawiri but thinks of the positive! You take him where he needs to go, and he makes his speech, and you go separate ways forever." Sally could only help thinking positive would help her friend get by this moment.
Sally had turned her head back to Nathaniel. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen, and we will get them out of this alive. You watch him, and I'll make sure Leah is doing ok and gets by and will never have to deal with this whole mess again." Sally put on a nervous smile, hoping nothing went south for their life.
Rawiri came up to the group. "So, where I'm I speaking.." he paused, composing himself to be nice to Leah." to the sprouts."
"Really? Cause from the looks of things it's all bad." Her eyes trailed from Sally to Rawiri for the briefest of moments before looking back to the Divination professor and man oh man did the Quidditch Keeper look appalled. "It's awful actually." Anything involving the snob of a man that their former classmate was, it was like pulling teeth and Leah would rather lose teeth than spend another millisecond in his company but it looked like she didn't have any choice.
"I would consider him warned then. I would consider all of us warned." Nathaniel told Sally sincerely but with the smallest hint of a smile. He knew that he should be keeping the peace but the thought of the fiery, pint-sized woman taking on Rawiri Tribble was humorous to imagine. Heck, if there were tickets he would have paid for front-row seats.
At Rawiri's protest Nathaniel raised his hand to him in turn. "I'll add it to my tab." He feared he would lose control of the situation fast if he gave his class, now his peers, more wiggle room. It was odd, dementors were a walk in the park compared to this. "Miss Silvias... Perhaps you can show Mister Tibble to the locker room."
"He remembers where it is I bet... Unless he took one too many bludgers to the head which is debatable." She opened her mouth to add another burn but under Nathaniel's warning glare, one folks rarely received but knew to behave when they did, she relented and let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine." Walking away from the group to the chest she picked it up with both hands, or rather began to drag it, as it was too heavy.
"Perhaps, in the effort of turning the day around and adding to my bar tab, a gentleman could assist..." Nathaniel not so subtly hinted in a hushed voice to Rawiri. Though apparently it was too subtle or he just didn't want to do it which then had Nathaniel rolling his eyes and lightly elbowing the man. "Or perhaps you could do that." He gestured with his hand nodding toward Leah who was still dragging the chest and turned back to look at them.
"You coming?" She called to him impatiently, tapping her foot.
Nathaniel looked back to Sally at his side with a weak smile. "Well, this is going quite well."
"I knew it's not the best, but it is only for a little while. How about after this we go get some drinks again?" Sally gave a little nudge to Leah. "We can end the day with some great drinks." Sally was doing everything she could do to keep Leah's spirits up
Nate ensured Sally that Rawiri would behave his best, but she wasn't so sure. She would have to take Nate's word. After all, she did trust Nate.
Rawiri was going to need quite a drink after this day. How he would follow Leah around and not lose his mind would be challenging for the man.
Oh, how he bite his tongue, turning to Nate and giving him a look. He might have taken bludgers to the head, but at least he was still in the game. While he wanted to bite back, he did not. Rawiri took a deep breath. " Sadly, not enough bludgers to make me forget. " He smirked at Leah. He would joke about getting by if he could not fight back.
Watching Leah carry the chest on her own was enjoyable to Rawiri. She almost looked somewhat cute too, but his friend Nathaniel told him to help her. He let out a little huff. "Ok, ok," he said to Nathaniel, walking to Leah. "Let me get this for you." He went around her and picked the chest up. "Where am I bringing this." He turned his head to Leah waiting for her command.
Sally nodded at Nate, but she wasn't so sure. It felt like trying to keep two kids from killing each other.
"For me?" Her head snapped around to look at him and her face once again took on a cold expression. "I've got it." Except she clearly didn't. The American was so dang stubborn even if she was drowning she'd toss back the floatie you threw at her rather than accept assistance. She stood by helplessly as Rawiri picked up the chest with ease because of course he did. Damn men and their natural advantages. Damn them to hell or whatever the worst place is that they could imagine.
"Fine." She sighed, biting her bottom lip to keep the other vile insults that wanted to come out at bay - at least when Nathaniel was within earshot. "Follow me." She absolutely, positively could not believe she was doing this. She silently added multiple rounds of shots to her and Sally's later bar tab. She would need it.
The two walked the, what now felt like very long, distance toward the locker room. She was determined not to look at her old classmate but every once in a while her gaze would drift. He had certainly grown up and he definitely looked different close-up and on the ground when they weren't battling each other for whose team would come out victorious or trying to humiliate each other at a public-facing gala event. What kind of different she couldn't say. Wait... Was he wearing cologne? What was it? Something fruity and also sandalwood? Wait... Why did she care?!
"How are the Arrows?" She found herself blurting out to keep herself from pondering those weird silent thoughts but also to fill the quiet. Plus she told Nathaniel and Sally she would try and right now those two were two of the most important people in her life. "Still so-so?" Ah. There it was. She couldn't be nice to him for so long. Catching herself she stopped walking and hung her head trying to beat him to his no doubt oncoming retort. "I know. I know. I slipped up. I would say I'm sorry but I'm not so... I dunno. Just don't tell teach." Drinks. Drinks. Leah reminded herself over and over again to the point that she almost uttered the reminder aloud. Drinks. That's what she would get if she made it through today with this... man. Drinks with Sally and another night with some semblance of fun would be her reward.
"You look different when you're not yelling at one of your players to buckle me." She noted and as rough as the terminology was, not so subtly hinting that he told his players to go rough on her and knock her down, she still meant it as a compliment. "You look almost human." Fishing her hand into her coat pocket she retrieved the keys and opened the locker room door. Most folks used a spell but she was crap with magic so... keys.
She paused standing in the doorway momentarily blocking his entrance and puffed out her cheeks in an exhale her hair falling by her cheeks and some strands in front of her eyes. "Shit. Did it again, didn't I?" She knew that she did. Biting her bottom lip she looked away shaking her head at herself then looking back up at him. "For that one I am sorry." Hopefully that would be enough and she would never have to apologize to this clown again. "Go on. I know you know the way... Cap."
Why was she so stubborn, Rawiri thought. "No, no, it's my gentleman's duty to help." He smirked at Leah, not in a haha smirk but a genuine one to her. Rawiri thought she fight back more with him. He thought she was trying to carry this chest on her own, but to his surprise, she caved in. Maybe things would go better from here.
Rawiri trailed along beside Leah with the chest in hand. As he walked, he took a look or two at Leah. He did not have much to look at around him but Leah, and he didn't think it was a bad sight either, especially now that they weren't at each other throats.
To his surprise, the silence went away. Leah had asked about his team. While she took her little jab at his team, she wasn't so wrong. "You think I'm going to tell old Nathaniel Nah. I want those drinks he owns me." This was his attempt at a joke with her. "Plus, your not so-so wrong. The team needs a lot of work." He pushed up the chest, trying to re-adjust since it wasn't the lightest.
Rawiri let out a chuckle. "Well, I'll take it as a compliment this time. I'm sure some of the team members of the arrow would agree with you." After all, he could be downright mean when coaching his team; he didn't even feel human when Rawiri was coaching, and he felt like a drill sergeant.
He watched on as Leah stood at the doorway; for a moment, he was mesmerized by how her red hair fell on her face. Rawiri almost forgot he had a heavy chest he was carrying. "That's fine" he shook off the weird feeling he was getting from watching her. He walked passed her as she told him to do so. "By the way,” He turned his head to look at her. “you might not want to bite your lip like that. It might mess up how nice they look." Oh, he felt like an idiot. " Not that I think they look good at all..."He paused. "I'm going to shut up now." What was he spewing? He had never felt like an idiot like this before. It was his never, that's all. Rawiri didn't want to mess up for Nathaniel's sake.
Rawiri walked. "As much asI would love to hold this all day, where would you like this?" He lifted the chest a bit. "After all, as I am still strong, I can't hold this forever." He let out a huff as the box was getting tiring carrying around.
"You think it's a red flag that our friends know the only way to bribe us is with drinks?" Who was she kidding? They were both walking red flags since day one. And then there it was, from behind the large chest that he was carrying, her looking up at him with a genuine, very real but also very small smile. It was the sort of smile that carried up to her gaze and one that she hadn't sported since being brought back to the school. As quick as it was there it was gone and she turned her attention to the room behind her.
"Right, well, um... You can just throw it over here." As he stepped inside she thought better of her instruction and went on to specify. "And by throw I mean set it down not actually chuck it... Which I know you would!" She added, back into their banter once more which honestly she was grateful for because she was starting to notice his cologne again or at least that's what she hoped it was. Either that or she was having a stroke. "You know, cause you're so strong." She rolled her eyes as she repeated his words back to him. Surely he couldn't be serious. No one was *that* egotistical... except maybe Rawiri.
At his compliment, she released her lip from her teeth and straightened clearly caught off guard. She kept waiting for the insult to come but one never did. Was he playing with her? Was this a trap? Worse yet... had she fallen for it?! Not so fast. "I... uh... What?... I..." Get it together Silvias! Don't let him best you like this. You know he's lying anyhow. "You must think I'm really stupid huh?" She asked, and there was some honesty in her words as she moved to one of the lockers opening it up and beginning to rifle through it. At the very least it gave her a place to hide her face which suddenly felt very warm.
"So to recap I am a washed-up has-been who you also think would be foolish enough to fall for a line you've probably used on twenty dozen girls before." She continued digging through the locker but for what? "Because we're all just interchangeable in your mind right? And to you I'm still some annoying, stupid fifth-year who can barely do her own ponytail. I still can't by the way." Finding a folder she pulled it out.
"Maybe we both ought to shut up." She concluded, turning around to face him and closing the locker door with her rear. "We're not the best talkers you and I. Better suited for flight and, uh, yelling. Some of us more than others." His voice could certainly carry. During his new coaching days she swore she could hear him on the ground from a mile up.
"Here." She held it out for him. "Names of all of the students. Attendance sheet." Upon opening it he would find it to be pristine and untouched. This made her blush again. She hated that. "I haven't used it." Mainly because she hadn't been going.
"Probably, but It still gets us a free drink." Rawiri was able to joke back with Leah, something he had never done with Leah before. This was an anything development for Rawiri. He guessed the noted drinks helped him be nice to her, or maybe he was a bit.
"As you say." Rawiri nodded, walking over to the place Leah wanted. "Trust me. There is no throwing this chest even though I did think about chucking it." How did she know him so well? If the box were lighter, he definitely would have thrown it in the spot and left.
"Well, I am. You should see me lifting all the things on the Quidditch field. I think you would enjoy watching." He winked at her flirtatiously as he finally placed the chest down. Of course, he knew that she hated his guts, which would never happen, but a tiny part of him wouldn't mind if she came to the field to watch him, coach.
"Not stupid, a bit aloof, I would say." It was a slight jab he thought he could take at her. After all, he had to make her forget his comment about her lips.
Rawiri laughed at her comment about using what he said as a line. How much of a player did she think he was. "Twenty? No more like double." He was joking, of course. It was his way of handling Leah since he couldn't be so mean. "Still annoying, yes. Looks deparment very different. Oh, also, still see you can't take a compliment from others unless you think I'm still the same seventh-year who liked to play around?" She wasn't entirely wrong if she thought about him in that light. Rawiri wasn't the kind of guy to settle down. He just never found someone that could keep up with him.
"Going to agree with you there, Silvias. Maybe we should keep talking about quidditch and the task at hand. " He decided, knowing it was probably best before saying something more stupid.
"Oh good." he took the list from here and looked it over. "I don't remember you being so neat, Silvias," he commented on how nice the list looked. "Unless you have a great memory to remember all these kids." He closed the list to look at the redhead whose cheeks seemed to match her hair now. Rawiri thought she looked kind of adorable with the blushing....no keep those thoughts down. Leah is adorable never!
"Any suggestions on how to talk to the kids." He needed to shake off this weird feeling he was well feeling. Maybe idle talk would help.