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It was after curfew, and all of the lights in the stadium were off. It was oddly quiet, almost strange not to see anyone cheering, or depending on the team, jeering at the teenage quidditch players on the field. The stars were shining as brightly as could be, and the waning moon was hanging high in the sky, yet seemed close enough that you could touch it. Looking out at all of this was Yvonne, always mesmerized by how every everything looked. Taking a deep breath, she called her broom to her hands and threw it outwards where it did not fall, and instead floated in mid-air. Putting her hoodie over her tightly wound bun, she put one boot onto the broom, then another, clearly this hadn’t been her first time. The slytherin girl was known for being good in class, honest, smart, not recklessly endangering herself for the thrill of broom tricks.
It didn’t take long for her to get into the hang of things. Yvonne was aware of what would happen if she were to slip and fall, but she had developed such a connection with her broom that she had the feeling if she did, it would be there to catch her. It may not have talked or complained, but she felt well versed in the art of, whatever this was that she in fact had air time when she would just fall and hang from her broom. With one hand dangling in the air, and the other gripping onto her ride for her life, she felt her hair come undone, letting her hair fall to her waist. “Damn it. This is the third hair tie I’ve lost this week!” She murmured, not even aware that there might have been someone watching her.
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Will Crowley didn't put much thought in the fact that he was out of his dorm way past curfew at least four out of seven nights a week. There were always people sneaking firewhiskey, gambling the few galleons they carried, and of course, his occasional conquest. Sometimes it was just too easy how he could spit out verses some muggle poet had come up with, and any witch or wizard would find themselves on their knees. Will didn't think he did it out of malice. Both parties knew it was simple fun, at least the majority of the time.
Such was the case late that night, when a certain Quidditch player had asked him to meet them at the changing rooms, late at night when no one would be around. Will had hooked up with Quidditch players before, but he enjoyed the change of scenery. They had parted ways after they were done, and Will was trying to find his way back to the path leading back to the castle when he caught something moving on the pitch. Curious, he slid over his sweater as he walked towards the entrance, just in time to see the girl slide from her broom and mutter angrily. Will prided himself in being able to recognize the majority of the people on his year, no matter the house, and if he wasn't mistaken this was Caldwell, first name unsure. Amused by her late-night escapades, he leaned against the entrance and called out to her. "A bit late for Quidditch practice, isn't it Caldwell?"
Her head perked up at the sounds of another persons voice. She immediately seized up afraid that it was one of the janitors or worse, one of the first year professors or something, but as she swung her body to turn her broom around, there stood a familiar figure that she could barely make out in the back of the bleachers. Knowing that she was already caught she didn’t even bother to actually make an effort to seem refined or anything, she knew it was past cerfew. Yet as she got closer she realized that wasn’t an authority figure at all, in facts sis was the notorious rule breaker.
“Crowley.” She had seen this guy before flirting in the halls, making trouble in class, they were in the same year and everything, but she had rarely talked to him, unless it was to buy one of those muggle books from him, or even better as him to shut up for once. “Good thing I’m not a quidditch player.” As her feet reached the ground she let it gently fall into her hands, before turning to actually get a good look at him. “So, what brought you out here? And, why are you up this late anyways?” She questioned, not too many were up this time of night. But perhaps the Ravenclaws were night owls as well.
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Will gave a hint of a smile as she maneuvered around her broom, and began to walk towards her as soon as she reached the ground, his arms crossed to keep the heat in the cold night. "The tricks are for some other activity, then?" He asked suggestively, hoping to get some annoyed or perhaps amused reaction out of her. "Another team activity, perhaps?" She began to come back to his memory: she was a Slytherin, a seventh year if he wasn't mistaken, with a bit of a wild streak if he believed the rumors. He wasn't sure if she would be receptive to his flirtatious comments, but it wasn't like that had stopped him before.
Will was wearing his plaid pajama pants and nothing under his blue wool sweater, the heat from his recent escapade fading from his body and chills from the cold night replacing it. It was probably not a good idea to stay out in the late night cold, but Will had nothing if not time. He was still wide awake, and the prospect of going back to the Ravenclaw tower wasn't the least bit tempting. He reached the place where she had landed and traced his eyes down her broom before looking back at her with an amused look. "Same thing as you, really," He sighed, stretching out his arms and pausing for a moment. "Out to do some late night tricks." He winked.
Who was this minx of a man? He had barely nothing on, in London, which was strange in the summer and in daytime, but it was past midnight and just entering fall. What he had said didn’t really register with her as she gave him a once-over, only to realize the things he was saying. Her expression curved upwards, in a bit of a playful smirk. Was this guy really flirting with her? “No, I’m afraid I’m all alone on this one. You still haven’t answered my question Crowley.” She smirked, beginning to shrug off her slytherin robes. Only to reveal the form fitting boys uniform underneath. What can she say? She wasn’t a big fan of skirts. Plus the robes hid it well.
When he answered her, Yvonne couldn’t even say that she was surprised. “One that doesn’t include the use of your shirt I can safely assume?” She teased back. Tossing her robe over towards him, she watched it land on his head with a sort of snicker. “Aren’t you cold? I mean I get the whole adrenaline thing, don’t get me wrong, but aren’t you just a bit chilly?” She asked pretending as if she didn’t even notice that sly wink he slipped in.
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Having her smile was all the indication Will needed to see that she was enjoying their little exchange. He was too, actually. He was a little intrigued by the girl, specially since he didn't expect the uniform underneath her robes to be pants instead of the skirt. He could've worked with a skirt, but pants would work just as well. "Oh Caldwell, you don't know me but I don't kiss and tell," He answered, a mischievous smile on his face as he remembered his recent escapade with the Quidditch player in the changing rooms. That boy had been left satisfied, but Will could always have some more.
"You assume correctly," He said, laughing when the robe hit his face. He held it in front of him, as if seeing if it would fit him. He turned back to her when she spoke. "Cold?" He asked, pretending to be confused. "I can always count on someone to keep me warm." He eyed the robe in his arms and grinned while putting it on. "Green really does suit me, doesn't it?" He raised his arms, admiring the robe in his body. "Maybe I'll keep it" He said cheekily. "Unless you want to take it from me."
So he had jokes huh? Yvonne apparently thought they were funny too. Just a few sentences and she had already confirmed his promiscuous nature, and that already caught her attention. She was curious now. She had never had a fling, but Crowley had just come back from one. She wondered exactly how far she could take this without actually getting in trouble. So the game started. As he slowly put her robe on she raised in eyebrow surprised at how good he actually did look in green. “I dunno. I mean I look much better in it but to each his own.” She shrugged not exactly sure where this was going until she heard that last sentence of his. He was being painstakingly obvious.
Stepping closer she got a hold of the sleeve he had put on. “Now hold on there, I don’t just go giving my cloaks out to strangers. I don’t even know your name, Crowley.” She teased a smirk sly enough to rival his own appeared on her face. Oh God, if her grandmother saw her right now she’d lock up her in a tall tower. But she wasn’t here right now was she?
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"Oh ho," Will scoffed, an amused expression on his face. "What a unique opportunity to make a great first impression," He bowed and took her hand for a kiss. "My name is Will Crowley, pleased to meet you Yvonne Caldwell." He said, suddenly finding her name in his haphazard memory. Truth was he only knew a little more about her than she probably knew about him, but pretending to be way more knowledgeable than he was was a Crowley specialty.
"Now that we're well acquainted," He said, slowly walking closer and closer to her. "How attached are you to this cloak?" He asked, his voice lowering as to get her to move closer to him to be able to listen. "Do you desperately need it back?" He paused, briefly biting his lower lip. "You are welcome to take it off."
“How did you even-“ before she could finished her thought on how he knew her name, he was increasingly closing the gap in between the two of them, and for some odd reason it made her stomach all giddy. Going along, she wrapped her arms around his neck leaning in just a bit closer before slipping the Slytherin robe off of him. She had never been this close to someone, especially not someone she had just met. It was exciting and sparked that ambitious trait that was in every Slytherin she had ever met. Placing one hand on his cheek, and the other on his shoulder she gave him a smirk that was sly enough to rival his own.
“You know Crowley, you can’t just go around whispering like that, someone may think that you have ill intentions.” She chuckled pulling away only to leave a small lingering touch on his face. Throwing on her cloak she rubbed her arms before giving an innocent smile. “It was getting a bit chilly wasn’t it?”
