Fly high, fall hard [Helen]

[helen amelie birch]

It was perfect. Utterly perfect. The Quidditch pitch was quiet and vacant, just as she liked it. While it was a very little known fact, Helen would come up here every once in a while, not only to practice, but for the beautiful scenery. And it was a nice time to be able to think. To be alone. She was Quidditch captain, yes, but today was not a scheduled practice. It was simply a day for her to relax. And the atmosphere was perfect.

Helen had gotten out her new broom (the latest edition: the Cleansweep Six) just this morning, ready to ride. Mary was already awake, but since she knew about Helen's strange habit, she let her pass without a word. So now Helen was here, sitting in the women's changing rooms. She got up, silently, and opened the creaky wooden door that would lead her to the grounds. Someone should really oil this thing, Helen thought absentmindedly, her thoughts really focused on something else. The Quidditch pitch.

Grinning to herself, Helen got on her racing broom and zoomed into the air, quick as lightning. Her flying abilities were remarkable; she was even better than the well-known James in most aspects. Well, she had been training since she could walk. Helen smiled at the fond memories and did several cartwheels in the air, the wind messing up her ponytail and letting a few strands fall loose to frame her face. Helen loved the sensation of flying, of being free and letting go. Closing her eyes, Helen simply felt the handle of the broom and was off.

She had already memorized the Quidditch pitch, and practicing blind was a challenge for Helen. She zoomed through the air, doing tricks so remarkable that if there was an audience, she would have received a standing ovation. But Helen obviously wasn't looking, so when she turned towards where she knew one of the hoops were, she wasn't expecting to crash into hard wood and feel warm flesh.

Opening her eyes in fright, Helen zoomed upwards, just enough so that she wouldn't fall. Helen didn't even realize there was someone up here! Who on earth could it be? Was it James? He seemed the most likely person to be up here. But when her eyes caught the other person, she almost gasped in surprise. "Remus? What are you doing here?" she asked.

- tag : Remus Lupin
- notes : Hehe, finally, a thread for them. This is going to be fun! Sorry if this post is suckish. I'm kind of in a hurry.
- words : 394
- music : Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood
- outfit : This!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

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[helen amelie birch]

Helen watched Remus, horror written clearly on her face. She was stuck, frozen, on her broom, completely terrified that Remus would fall and break his neck or something. She was also terrified that if she tried to help him, he would slip and really break his neck. It would be just her luck, of course. Oh, and Remus's, but really, he wouldn't care. He'd be dead, anyway. And Helen would have to deal with practically killing her hugest crush! She shuddered at the thought.

As a puddle of red formed on Remus's book, Helen's expression turned even more horrified. What was that cleaning spell? Uh. "Scourgify!" Helen cried as Remus got back safely into the loop. The blood quickly vanished from his worn, tattered book, leaving Helen feeling a bit less guilty.

As he responded, Helen felt like the most idiotic person on this planet. He was just reading? Oh, really? Maybe that's why he had a book in his hand, you moron! Well, then again, it wasn't like she was exactly looking for him. Or looking at anything. Perhaps flying blind wasn't Helen's brightest idea. But, hey, she didn't know there was someone on the Quidditch pitch! Who would be here at 5:00 in the morning? You were, dumbass. Helen thought, frowning slightly. Wow, maybe she really WAS a dumbass!

"And what were you doing? Hunting for boys?"

[/b] Remus asked, his expression amused. Helen immediately turned a deep shade of crimson. If she was hunting for boys, she would have dressed nicer! What on earth was she wearing? Canary yellow? Ew. How did the Hufflepuffs deal with having to wear that all day?

"No, I was not hunting for boys! Although that seems like a good idea, thanks." Helen replied, looking not as red by then. Talking was good. Talking she was good at. Perhaps she wasn't the most articulate around Remus, but this was her forte. Deep breath. Relax. "I was flying...blind. I obviously didn't see you, and so, this is what happened." Helen said, quite bluntly, hoping against hope that Remus didn't get hurt too badly.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

- tag : Remus Lupin
- notes : I love writing from Helen's point of view. She's just a fun person. Haha.
- words : 385
- music : Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood
- outfit : This!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

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[helen amelie birch]

Helen looked on at Remus, her lips curved up into a small smile. She knew how much Remus liked his books. "It's no problem, Remus. I was the cause of all that blood in the first place." Truthfully, Helen liked reading, too, even though she didn't really seem like the type. Her father was a Ravenclaw, after all, and he would read to her every day before she went to sleep. It was calming, and from then on, Helen enjoyed the activity. Granted, she didn't really have much time for it. As Quidditch captain, she needed to practice much more than the rest of the team. She had to set an example, because if the captain slacked off, so would everyone else, and Helen simply wouldn't have that.

Some members, though, put in the same amount of effort as she did, or maybe even more. Although James's and Helen's relationship was platonic, she simply could not help admire his sleek twists and turns on his broom and the way his body manipulated the broom. The boy was skilled; she had to admit that. Quidditch was something that came naturally for James, and it came just as easily to Helen. Her reflexes were already super, and her skills on a broom matched James's, and even were better than his in some aspects. It also helped that she was so confident. Helen was a social butterfly, and there were only a couple of people in the whole school that disliked her. She was simply popular. While Helen was most certainly far from perfect, most people liked her because she was seemingly amazing on the outside: beautiful, funny, charismatic, and smart (well, perhaps not grade-wise). It was no wonder she was so confident; even if she let a ball get through the hoops (which was next to never), everyone would still love her, and Helen knew that.

Getting out of the hoop, Remus flew up to Helen's level, and she was left contemplating his position. What on earth was he doing in a hoop, anyway? And how did he get up there? Helen wouldn't have even thought of sitting in a hoop! But then again, Remus wouldn't have thought of flying blind, now, would he? Grinning to herself, Helen looked up at the werewolf. It was quite alarming, how much taller he was, even on a broom. Helen kind of missed the days when she was taller than all of the boys. They all sort of shot up the summer before the fourth year, and Helen was left staring up at all of them, going, "Uh...shrimp??" Ah, memories.

"Seems like a good idea, huh?"

[/b] Remus said, and Helen smirked at him impishly.

"Not one of my best, no." she replied, her tone playful and somewhat flirtatious. But, Remus was probably going to be oblivious to the tone, as he always was. Or he might simply be ignoring it, which wasn't a good sign, either. Frowning slightly, Helen realized she must be looking insane now, and that made her chuckle, quite possibly making her look even crazier. Why was she so suddenly nervous around Remus? Hormones, maybe?

"Will do, hon. I didn't really spot you up here, anyway. I guess we suffer from the same affliction." Oh, if only she knew. "And no, there hasn't been try-outs, yet. Some people have already been accepted though, mainly James. According to him, and, well, everyone else, our famed chaser doesn't need a try-out." Helen beamed at Remus after this comment. It was true. James was perhaps the best chaser Gryffindor had ever seen. He didn't even need a try-out, because they all knew he would get the position. "I was actually just flying for the heck of it. And it's so pretty up here. I always loved the scenery. You don't enjoy it as much when you're flying blind, though. Go figure."[/blockquote][/blockquote]

- tag : Remus Lupin
- notes : I really do adore Helen, and Remus is quite awesome, too.
- words : 641
- music : White Wedding by Billy Idol
- outfit : This!
- credit : template brought to you by THE ACTRESS !. lyrics from IN THE MOURNING by PARAMORE !

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