Hogwarts

Elara Ross jumped as she was addressed by none other than her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Her mind had been elsewhere- with her NEWT classes, Prefect duties, thoughts of her future and her family on the line, she wasn't all here this morning. Poor Headmistress McGonnagal had had to deal with her ponderings and airheadedness more than usual, and with the way she was stuck on these matters, that didn't seem to be changing anytime soon.

"Professor Sun Mae!" Elara yipped excitedly, giving a wicked grin back to her Head of House. "Oh, most definetly! Those snakes won't know what hit them! THEY'RE GOING DOWN!" Elara mimicked a broom going downwards with her arm, imitating an explosive sound as it 'crashed.' She couldn't help the chuckles that left her throat as she grabbed her bag and held it in front of her, her face suddenly growing scarlet red as she realized it was Professor Adler who was besides her beloved Head of House.

"O-oh! Professor Adler, I meant no offense, of course! I'm sure your students will give us a horrible run for our money! We haven't been practicing hard for nothing, after all. We all know your team is one of the most competitive and challenging to go up against."

The fifth year blabbered on, unable to stop herself as she mumbled and stuttered her way into a long winded compliment for her opposing team. She looked to Professor Sun Mae, eyes wide and an awkward grin on her face.

"Forgive me, I seem to be really scatter brained this morning." she finally managed to state, much more calmly, after a long pause. "I, uh- I hope you're both well today! Do you need any help with anything?"

Briar Andrews
A few choice muggle swear words drifted through the seventh year's head as he put down his teacup a little too hard on the delicate saucer. The light brown liquid loaded with cream, sugar, and even honey, sloshed onto the little china plate. Exceeds Expectations? Was this a joke? It had to be a joke. Or, at least a lapse in judgement from his Head of House. Professor Longbottom couldn't be serious.

"That paper on Venomous Tentacula was perfect; I backed up my resources. I've looked at your comments and I seriously disagree with the recommended temperature note you left, if that was enough to take away two points then I want to see where you got that from, because the book I checked out in the restricted section on venomous plants clearly stated that it needed to be at least five degrees lower than the temperature that you put in the note section," Briar argued, irritation clearly present on his brows as he pushed his paper back towards his professor.

"What in god's name was that?!"

Neville jumped from his seat, storming past Briar as he flung his door wide open, looking around for the source of the loud crash. Crumpled, on hands and knees, was Madam Adler, with a frantic Sun-Mae fretting over her. Neville couldn't help the hiss that escaped his lips as he took stock of her injuries, the red on the tile not exactly a pleasing sign.

"Mr. Andrews, please make your way to Madam Pomfrey at once! It seems Miss Adler has quite a nasty fall," Neville ordered, kneeling down on one knee to get on the same level with the fallen Slytherin instructor. He offered his arm, something with which she could hopefully support herself.

"Are you able to stand? You can sit in my study while we wait for Madam Pomfrey to come down, Miss Adler," Neville smiled, grimacing as he looked down at her still bleeding knees. She really had scraped them up quite badly.

"That does looks quite painful, here, lets get some gauze on that- Accio First Aid!"

Margo

"Oh my gosh Reeve, that was amazing! King and you are sooooo improving, they're going to have to let you on the team!" Miranda sang her long arms wrapping around the sweaty boy's neck as she practically jumped him the moment he landed his broom.

"I suppose you're correct Miranda; They'll have to add him after this year's class graduates," Margo offered less than impressed. They wouldn't be training him if they didn't plan on putting him in the game once the seventh years left. It would have been a waste of time. Margo didn't want to disappoint her sister, but King was most certainly better. "You should watch your broom fluctuation it was getting sloppy," Margo offered crossing her arms against her waist her eyes watching Reeve's glimmering smile falter for a glorious moment before his regular smirk returned.

"So you were paying attention?" He chirped, content with her admission.

"Of course she was! We all were!" Miranda gushed, looking at her sister's expressionless face before continuing with a blissful smile on her lips, "Anwen even complimented you," she beamed nodding towards the angley girl who was crowded around Acamar LeStrange and Calista Tran with their other friends and a hodgepodge of other teenagers.

"Hmmh, Anwen complimented me? Now that is a cause for celebration," Reeve laughed his arm sliding over Miranda's shoulder finally, as if appeased by her flattery at last. A wicked grin falling upon his lips as he gave the enthusiastic girl a quick kiss on the cheek. "If I want to keep impressing your friends Margo, I suppose you'll have to give me a few more lessons, as you said I was sloppy on my broom and that sounds simply dreadful," he paused raising a brow at the quietly fuming girl. His hand reaching forward to playfully forcefully pull her forward, his lips crushing against hers.

In Margo's opinion the kiss lasted dreadfully too long, it wasn't something sweet, or innocent, or even lusty. It was more of a reminder, she was his girlfriend, this is what they did and everyone-Everyone was going to know it. It was best to let him think he was winning, usually he was more... Cunning about his attempts, expensive gifts, acts of unnecessary kindness, flourishes which would make him look amazing in front of their classmates and her friends. There was honestly two Reeves the one which was trying to 'tame' her and the one who was putting on a large show to let everyone in the school know exactly how much better he was than the rest of them. Obviously today he was reminding everyone that not only was he highly talented but he was able to seduce the Tesla sisters. A prize indeed.

In all honesty, Reeve was just good for money and his family name. Everything he was, was fake, at least in Margo's opinion. He was subpar at flying (If the lessons she'd had to give him weekly for the last year said anything), he was obnoxious, possessive, a bad liar, a horrible cook, he had bad taste in jewelry, and an even worse taste in extracurricular activities. Quidditch was a great sport, but not something worth wasting time over when he was getting only acceptable ratings in class. How as he going to improve upon his family's wealth flying broomsticks all day? Worst of all though was, he was a deplorable kisser.

Miranda
Miranda's body lit up like a thousand twinkling lights as she felt Reeve's arm slide over her shoulder in the flawless way which he always seemed to do things. A blush working its way across her face chased a full smile as she leaned into him enjoying his warmth and good nature. He was in a great mood. It didn't take the soft kiss on her cheek to tell. He'd been so determined in practice, so skillful, the way he'd worked with King had even impressed Calista, and Calista Tran was no pushover.

Miranda tried not to notice Rosie's disappointed look as Reeve kissed her sister. Her friend had often expressed that there was something wrong with what was going on, but Miranda didn't feel like she was being taken advantage of. At least not in the way that Bryony and Rosie had suggested when they'd learned about what was going on between the three of them. Margo was selfless, Margo never did anything to hurt Miranda and this was not going to be the time she would start, no matter what the other girls said. Even if it make Miranda a little sad when Reeve would shower her sister with affection she knew that this was just the way things were. He treated her well, like a delicate flower he was afraid to break, his gifts were thoughtful, his smiles stunning, he loved them differently was all. Margo and Miranda had always been a package deal and Miranda for the most part never minded sharing anything with her twin, this was no different. Even if the other girls didn't see that. Positivity was important and she was positive that Reeve did love her and that's all that mattered to the fourth year.