The pleasant fall weather seemed to have fled with the arrival of November. The day of Rose's third flying lesson dawned gray and altogether miserable looking. But at least it wasn't windy. That thought brought the tiny blonde very little comfort as she tromped out to the empty pitch. Wind might have meant a cancellation, or at least a delay. But then again, this was Cee. The redhead would probably continue these lessons even in the face of a hurricane.
Rubbing her mittened hands together, Rose looked around for her teacher. Céilidh was waiting of course, standing beside the evil broom of doom. "Good morning," she said as cheerfully as possible given the morning. "I was thinking we should get started right away. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can go back inside where it's warm." Her protests were more out of habit by this point. Flying wasn't such a horrible thing. She just wasn't ready to tell Cee that.
"Mornin' 'Brosia," the redheaded Gryffindor smiled sweetly.
Rose halted immediately with narrowed eyes. If the sugary tone of voice and toothy grin weren't indication enough that her coach was up to something, there were other less subtle clues. Like the fact that while Céilidh held her broom in one hand, the other, which was typically wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, was tucked behind the redhead's back. She also noted that Cee was standing in such a way as to obscure whatever it was she was attempting to hide.
"Céilidh..." Rose began, tentatively, "what are you hiding?"
"Och 'Brosia, ye wound me." Céilidh feigned a hurt look even as she let her wand slide into the sleeve of her coat. There were times when silent spell-casting came in handy, and this happened to be one of them. She pulled her arm from behind her, revealing an gloved -but empty - hand. "How come wid ah be hiding anything?"
"Does that work on Tommy?" The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, deciding that an arm's length away might be safe enough. "Because I'm not buying it. What are you up to?"
"Och aye, Tommy's gey bonny, bit ye 'n' A baith ken he's nae aye quick oan th' uptake." Céilidh pointed out. Her gaze shifted to look up, behind Rose. "As tae whit A'm up tae... ye micht wantae duck."
The blonde's brow creased with confusion. "Wha...?" She tracked Cee's gaze over her shoulder just in time to catch sight of a broom bearing down on them. The tiny Ravenclaw jumped out of the way as the broom shot past, only to be caught by the deft hand of the Gryffindor girl.
"Are. You. INSANE?" Wild-eyed Rose shouted. "Nevermind, don't answer that. I'm pretty sure I already know."
Céilidh flipped the broom to Ambrosia who, to her credit, snatched it from the air... then promptly threw it right back. "No. No no. Absolutely not," she protested, knowing exactly where this was going.
"Time fur yer fairst solo flight, lass." Céilidh grinned, throwing a leg over her own broom.
"No. It's time for you to ride behind me again. We'll talk, I'll complain, I'll nearly crash... then we'll go eat breakfast. It's what we do." Starting to feel like running away might be a good option, Rose did her best to look determined. "I'm not ready for this."
Cee shouldered her own broom, picked Rose's off the ground and firmly placed it back in her hands. "Nae th'day," she said, a hint of steel creeping into her voice, "'n' aye. Ye ur."
Green eyes locked. Neither girl willing to give any ground, they stared at each other as the wind whipped around them. Finally, Céilidh spoke, her voice softer, "'Brosia, A ken th' rah-rah motivation disnae wirk wi' ye. Bit A ken flyin', 'n' A ken yer duin."
"You're the teacher." Though it sounded like she was giving in, the blonde Ravenclaw didn't move. "But I was thinking... how many adults, other than professional Quidditch players, even use brooms after they learn how to apparate?"
"A suppose," Cee's chest heaved in a sigh, "bit gif ye'll waint tae uise that excuse, A think ye'v missed the point. Apparition is nice, but ye miss sae much that ye cuid see frae ah broom. 'N' gif ye think riding a broom is uncomfortable..." She deliberately left that last bit to Ambrosia's imagination, knowing how much the blonde had complained about the discomfort of riding a broom.
"I'm not making an excuse." A hint of iron crept into that normally sunny tone. "I'm asking a serious question. My parents don't use brooms. As far as I can tell from my dad's old pictures, they never have. And I consider them to be fairly well-rounded wizards. So obviously the appeal of a broom isn't about the method of transportation..."
"Na. Tis aboot perspective."
Raising a brow, Rose waited for the redhead to go on. Though she made no move to get any closer to her broom, her shoulders relaxed slightly. She had wanted Céilidh to know she was taking this seriously, thinking things through and finding a real reason to continue... especially since she wasn't doing this for Bobby anymore. She wasn't doing it for anyone. Although, she had to admit, there were a few people she certainly wouldn't mind flying with.
"Whin yer doon 'ere oan th' ground," the Scot continued, "a' sorts o' hings kin block yer view. Bit up thare," Céilidh's face turned skyward with a look that bordered on reverence, "ye kin see a' th' different directions ye micht wantae go. 'N' howfur gey wee stands in yer wey."
Though she was relatively certain it would take more than a broom ride to really figure out where she wanted to go, she gave a little nod. During their last lesson she thought she'd found just a taste of that freedom Cee seemed to enjoy so much. "How are you going to keep me from crashing if we're on separate brooms?" she asked finally, a hint of a smile starting to show.
Cee reached out and patted Rose on the cheek while pressing the broom back in the blonde's hands with the other. "Ye'r nay gaun tae crash, lass. A'll be richt neist tae ye."
"'N' b'sides," she added, once again mounting her broom, "A'm teaching ye how tae fly. A dinnae ken how tae crash."
"You're awfully confident." In a perverse way, it was amost enjoyable to imagine that today might be the first time. But she mounted the broom anyway. "Do I even want to know where this extra broom came from?"
The redhead smiled as she kicked off the ground, rising up into the chilly air. "Tis mah auld yin. It disnae ken how tae crash either."
She pursed her lips to the side, looking down at the broom in her hands. "Yeah... but its rider does know how." Sitting on it all by herself, she suddenly found that she had forgotten everything Cee had tried so hard to teach her. "Maybe you should do a lap or two to encourage me."
"Alricht," Cee said, handing Rose her broom. The tiny blonde looked confused... at least until the Gryffindor shimmered into the form of the crimson-crested eagle. With two powerful beats of her golden brown wings she was airborn. A few more beats put her midfield of the pitch where it seemed as though she pivoted on a knut and shot straight up, not leveling off again until she was near the top edge of the stands. Dipping one wingtip towards the ground, the golden eagle cut a wide arc around the goalposts and dived directly at the blonde Ravenclaw.
Ambrosia didn't flinch. She didn't even so much as blink as the animagus pulled up sharply, executing an Immleman that would have made her grandfather proud. Winging her way through the goalposts one more time, Cee sped to the opposite end of the pitch in a tight corkscrew. She punched through the center hoop before arcing back down to where Rose stood watching the impromptu airshow.
Flaring out her wings, Cee shimmered back to normal just as she touched down. She took her broom back from Rose with a wink, "Wis that enouch frae ye?"
The blonde could only shake her head. "You're such a boy sometimes," she laughed. But the point was taken. Whatever it was that made flying so addictive to Céilidh, it was strong enough to have shown up in her animagus form. A form Rose knew from her limited knowledge on the subject, that the redhead had not gotten to choose.
"Well... let's get up there. I'm really looking forward to freezing my butt off with you today." Sticking her tongue out at her friend, she gathered up her courage for the hardest thing she'd ever had to do... kicking off the ground all on her own.
"Juist think o' howfur muckle better it will be tae ride whin the weather's nicer," Cee said as she scuffed at the hard ground and rose lazily into the air to wait for Ambrosia. Emerald eyes twinkled under an arched brow, "'N' howfur better it will be wi' whoever it wis ye git lost in th' maze wi'."
"Wait. What?" Caught off-guard, the tiny Ravenclaw's first solo flight lasted all of a second before she found herself back on the ground, tripping and nearly falling off the broom. Trying again, she managed to get herself into the air in record time as she hurried to catch up to the redhead.
"I wasn't lost in the maze," she tried to clarify, conveniently forgetting that she'd woken up in the Gryffindor common room on November first. "I was just... in there..."
"Riiicht." Amused skepticism painted Céilidh's face as she glanced over her shoulder at Rose. The blonde's denial was cute in a way, and since getting Rose on a broom by herself was enough stress at the moment, Céilidh decided not to press the issue. Well, not too much anyway. Having slowed enough for Rose to catch up, she side-slipped, giving the blonde a little bump. "Weel, whatever ye wer daein', 'n' whoever ye wer daein' it wi', tis certainly improved yer outlook. Ye'r nae meant tae be plodding aboot th' halls bein' a' maudlin 'n' such."
Her knuckles were already white from gripping the broom so tightly, being bumped certainly didn't help. Rose flashed her friend a quick, halfhearted glare. "When have I been plodding?" she protested. Most people seemed to think that her mood had actually improved without the weight of a struggling relationship on her shoulders. And it wasn't like she hadn't been having fun. Planning the party with Danny had been the highlight of her October.
"Sorry," Cee apologized, "mibbie plodding wisnae th' richt wird. Tis juist guid tae see ye really smiling again." They were halfway around the pitch when Céilidh increased her angle of ascent slightly to give them more altitude. "Aside frae Tommy's mask backfiring, th' pairtie wis grand. Ye 'n' Danny mak' a guid team."
The tiny blonde's face broke into a bright smile. Failing to even notice their climb, she nodded happily. "We do. And it was so much fun. And I know it's mean, but I almost wish I'd been there to see Tommy's mask."
"Och, nae, ye didnae wantae be thare," Céilidh shook her head. One lap complete and a little more altitude. Keeping Rose focused on something other than the fact that she was so high off the ground seemed to be working well. "He 'n' Lando cam near tae blows. Ah hud tae drag him aff juist tae calm him doon."
That part might have been a bit of an overstatement. If anyone was going to do violence upon her brother Scot, the most likely candidate would have been Céilidh herself. The prank crossed a line in her opinion, and though Tommy had recovered well enough - with her help of course - she was still slightly miffed at Orlando. If there was one thing the fire-haired girl could do, it was hold a grudge.
"Oh my goodness..." She shook her head, stray curls blowing across her face. "For a night that was supposed to be just a good time with friends... we sure had a lot of drama. Of course, I still win the prize since I'm the one who can't remember the last half of the night."
"We're weans 'Brosia. Ye cannae huv ah pairty wi'oot ah wee bit o' drama." They had reached the top wall of the pitch. Instead of circling around for another lap, Céilidh broke off and headed towards the castle, climbing higher in the sky as they went.
Rose stuck to Cee's side as though they were tethered together. Even though the day was a gray one, colors seemed to pop all around beneath them. Deep greens and rusty oranges mixed with blue-grays and lighter shades to paint a very impressionistic landscape below. The mottled patterns were reflected even in the clouds, giving the sky something of a white-washed reflection of the ground.
The redhead looked over to Ambrosia with a mischievous smile, "Sae... does this lack o' recollection huv anything tae dae wi' yer mystery laddy? Or crashing in th' Gryffindor tower that nicht?"
"Well if I could remember him he wouldn't be a mystery boy, now would he?" The blonde stuck her tongue out at her friend. "And it's not funny."
Céilidh tilted her head back in laughter. "Aye, tis. Looks lik' A've been a guid influence oan ye."
Those golden brows knit in a quizzical little frown. "How is this your influence? You don't make a habit of doing things you probably should remember with mystery boys. Or do you?" she teased.
"If A did, how wid A mynd?" the Gryffindor shot back. "'Sides, A hiv mah mystery lad, 'n' A prefer tae mynd whit we dae thgither." It was Céilidh's turn to stick her tongue out, and she did so with relish.
"Na, whit A meant wis takin' risks. Daein' hings oot o' yer comfort zone. Wid lest year's 'Brosia huv lost trak o' herself at a pairtie 'n' woken up in someone else's common room?"
It wasn't that she wanted to think she was the same as last year. But Rose knew she hadn't taken after Cee's example that much. "It doesn't count as taking risks if I wasn't in my right mind to know I was taking them. Someone spiked the punch or something and it hit me hard. It's not like I made a choice to go off in the maze with a boy."
That brought the redhead up short. So much so, that she jerked her broom to a sudden stop.
"Ye waur ah wee loopy whan Tommy 'n' A oxtert ye up tae oor common room but, urr ye saying ye didnae gang willingly?" Of Céilidh's many personality traits, fierce loyalty was very near the top. The very idea of something untoward happening to Ambrosia set her to flash boil.
"You think I'd really go that far out of my comfort zone?" The Ravenclaw came to a much slower stop and turned to face her friend. "I didn't set out to get 'loopy' or do things that I can't remember in the maze... with a boy I can't remember. And what's worse than not remembering is being afraid that someone else will remember for me. I think I'd have to die of embarrassment if someone else knew before I did. So I've been trying to think about other things, my studies and my friends. But it's hard." She paused and took a deep breath. Then a hint of a smile returned to her face as she changed the subject. "Kinda like trying not to think about how high we are right now."
The redhead wasn't quite ready to let the subject drop, however. "'Brosia, ye dinnae think... A mean naethin happened, richt? Efter a' ye wur acting ferr friendly..."
"Of course not!" she protested, but she couldn't quite meet her friend's eyes. "...I think."
A sense of relief, tempered though it was, washed over the Gryffindor. "Och, A think ye'd ken," she said absently.
"Ne'er mynd," Cee drifted her broom over to Rose, leaned out and hugged her fiercely. "Gif thare's anything, anything ye need, A'll be thare."
Rose returned the hug with slightly less enthusiasm than she normally would. After all, hugging while on a broom was a brand new skill. "Thank you. I don't really need anything right now... but if I do you'll be the first one I call. I think I'm just gonna let this be a Halloween to forget." That wasn't entirely true. She was going to find out what happened to her. But she was going to do it alone. She had to. "I have more than enough good things to think about. We've got the tourney. And Danny invited me to some family dinner thing in November. And of course I'm still helping him keep the Ravenclaw team all organized."
Céilidh's look was a dubious one. "Ye'r sure ye'r okay?"
"Cross my heart," she promised. "If I didn't let last year get me down I'm certainly not going to let one night make me freak out."
"A'richt..." the redhead replied. Despite Ambrosia's assurances, her mind reeled with possibilities, none of them good. In Céilidh's mind there were far worse things for girls their age to worry about than what they went through at the end of last term. But, just the same as before this new revelation, Céilidh knew that pressing the issue wouldn't help.
She let out a sigh, then squared her shoulders, forcing herself back to the here and now. "A'richt," she said again, "here's the coorse: We tap th' astronomy tower, dive doon tae th' Black Loch, cut ah wide circle ower Hagrid's hut, grab ah leaf frae th' treetops o' th' Forbidden Forrest, then land midfield oan the Quiditch pitch. Hou's that sound?"
Since she wasn't willing to let go of the broom long enough to chew on a curl, Rose bit her lip. She was grateful that Cee had let the matter of Halloween drop. Not that she didn't appreciate the concern. In fact, she was going to give her friend a real hug once they were on solid ground. But it was time to focus on the lesson... or at least talk about Céilidh for a while. "I... okay. I can do that." She gave the redhead a quick, nervous smile. "You're not going to make me race you, are you?"
In spite the past few minutes, Céilidh laughed out loud. She covered her mouth with a hand, offering a muffled, "Sorry." The redhead drifted away slightly, increasing the gap between them. "Ye'r nae furr thare yet, luv. Ye ur gaun tae tak' th' lead, though."
Rose didn't find anything even remotely offensive in the redhead's laughter. "Cee... the day I'm ready to race you will be the day I decide to give up on boys entirely and start dating you."
Highly nervous about this whole 'taking the lead' thing, she set off on a course to the toward the astronomy tower. The air was cooler up here and found herself very thankful she'd remembered to wear her fuzzy knit hat. Though she fully intended to follow the course Cee had set out for her, the blonde stopped short as she reached the top of the tower. The view from up here was incredible. And somehow different now that she was on a broom by herself. Looking out, she could see all of her favorite spots, all the places she shared with her favorite people. And suddenly, she wanted to share this too.
"Wow..." was all she could say, still frozen in her flight.
"'N' thare it is," Céilidh said to herself with a note of pride. "Ur ye okay, 'Brosia?" she asked, already knowing the answer. For all the fussing and fighting, cajoling and complaining, Ambrosia finally understood.
Céilidh's words brought Rose back to reality. The delight in discovery faded slightly. She seeing something that nearly every single one of her friends had seen long before. There was no one she could share this with who couldn't say, "yes, I know". Sadly, with the possible exception of Nicolette, her friends had probably all enjoyed flights with a significant other.
But the flight wasn't over. With a small smile, she tilted the nose of the broom downward and began her very hesitant dive toward the lake. Again she found herself slowing down to enjoy the new perspective. "I bet I could totally feed Godric a ton of brownies from up here."
"Ye named th' squid Godric?" Céilidh asked from behind.
"I didn't name him anything. That's his name," the blonde replied loftily, well aware of what the majority of her friends thought about her obsession with Godric the Squid.
She'd heard the legend before, of course, but was not aware of Ambrosia's belief in it. Cee thought about it as they glided over the steel-gray surface of the lake and shrugged. With all the mysteries that Hogwarts held, why not? The image of the squid floating near the surface like a puppy waiting for a treat was absurdly heartwarming, and completely a Rose thing to do. "A didnae ken he liked brownies. Soond's fin, actually."
Rose stared at her friend, trying not to fall of the broom in shock. "I think it is." The smile on her face was nearly enough to warm the day. "Maybe you could come with me sometime. He's really fond of stale brownies. I guess because the fresh ones get too soggy in the water. But he's a great catch. Was he a Quidditch player back when he was all human?" she asked, forgetting once again that she should really be more concerned about being on such a precarious perch over the freezing cold lake.
Céilidh frowned. The question was more suited for Sam, really. Their Hufflepuff friend was more well versed in Quidditch history than just about anyone else she new. The redhead shrugged finally, "A dinnae ken aboot Gryffindor ever playing Quidditch... A dae ken he wis ah helluva duelist. A kin talk tae Gerti aboot gettin' oor hands oan some brownies."
The blonde nodded. "That would be wonderful. My mom hasn't had as much time to bake lately with that whole taking care of my sister thing and stuff." Her green eyes grew soft as she stared out over the murky waters. "I keep hoping that I'll really get to see him one of these days. You know, like before we're done with school. But maybe it'll always be a mystery."
"Aye, mebbe..." Maybe the legend was real, and maybe it wasn't, but it certainly planted the seed of an idea. Something for later, the redhead thought to herself, down the road...
Ambrosia peeled away from the lake and made for the cottage that was the home of the school's groundskeeper, Hagrid. From their vantage point the house looked every bit like an over-sized mushroom, squat with a cream-colored stalk and brown cap. The vast garden was still dotted here and there with orange, but no longer held its usual bounty of gigantic pumpkins, all but a few having been harvested for the Halloween festivities at the castle. A great bushy mass poked out from one of the windows, waving as they circled.
In a supreme act of bravery, Rose took one hand off the broom to wave back. Then, since she didn't automatically die, she did it again with a little more enthusiasm. Smiling broadly from the success of her first solo flight, the tiny blonde pressed on. The trees of the Forbidden Forest looked different from above, still massive but somehow less foreboding. It all made her want to see more... or at least complain less next time.
Remembering her assignment, she reached out one hand to grab a leaf as proof that she wasn't still in bed dreaming. Risking a look over her shoulder at Cee, she smiled at the redhead then began the short flight back to the pitch.
As they neared the oval of the stadium, Céilidh pulled up next to Ambrosia. For a long time the redhead simply watched her friend, a warm smile enhanced by cheeks reddened by the chilly air. Descending into the confines of the pitch, Rose looked over at her instructor. "What are you grinning at?"
"Nae ah thing, lass. Nae ah thing at aw."
"Mmmhmm..." Deciding to make it easy on her friend, Rose gave in and asked her next question. "So. When's our next lesson?" Even as the words left her lips, she caught herself glancing back up at the sky. The ride had been cold and she still wasn't entirely sure she wasn't going to crash and die... but, strangely enough, she was looking forward to more.
Cee raised an eyebrow as they neared the ground, "Really depends oan hou well ye land, lass..."
"Oh." She'd really been trying not to think about that part. She'd done the whole landing thing with Cee. And, of course, she'd seen it done many times. "Um... maybe we should just fly a little bit more. Just... for practice!" Her tone held a faint note of panic.
Céilidh pulled up, slowing to an abrupt stop within the small circle that marked midfield. Hopping from her broom, she called to Rose, who continued on towards the goal posts, "Gif ye'r wantin tae ditch, Ah'd suggest ye bide a wee til ye git tae th' sand aboot th' goals. Tis ah wee softer than th' grund, whit wi it bein' frozent an aw."
"I'm not going to ditch!" she snapped, biting her lip in concentration. Coming about in a slow circle, she focused on the midfield mark and pictured herself making a landing like her friend's. It looked good in her head. In reality, it was much less graceful. The stop was rough, to say the least, but at least she landed on her feet. Hands aching, Rose let go of the broom handle and flashed a shaky smile. "I'm on the ground, right? Please tell me I didn't just die."
It took Céilidh a moment to realize she'd been holding her breath watching Rose come in for her landing. She exhaled slowly, her breath condencing in a steady stream then rising past her face. It certainly wasn't a textbook landing, but as her Grandda always said, any landing you can walk away from...
"Nae, lass, ye didnae dee. In fact, Ah'd gie ye ah solit seven oot o' ten. Congrats lass!" Cee pulled Rose into a crushing hug, "Ye hiv successfully graduated frae th' MacAllister Schuil o' Flyin." Holding the blonde out at arms length, she then said, "Nou, tak aff yer coat 'n' fotch aboot."
Stunned by the hug, Rose could only laugh. "Graduated? What?" But she did as instruced and took off her warm coat, slowly turning her back on her friend.
Taking out her wand, Cee reached over and pulled up the back of Rose's sweater to reveal the undershirt below. "Diffindo!" she gave her wand a little flick and very neatly cut the back out of Rose's turtleneck. The flap of fabric fluttered towards the ground, but the redhead snatched it from the air, pulling Rose's sweater back down in the process. With the cloth clutched in her hand, Cee turned a wide-eyed Ambrosia around.
"Thar," she said, "nou tis official."
"What... why...?" The blonde was now incapable of completing a sentence. "What is?"
"Tis ah Muggle tradeetion amang aviators," Céilidh explained. "Ance ah flyer feenisht thair first solo flight, thair instructor wad cut th' tail o' thair shirt aff 'n' keep it as ah souvenir."
"You cut my shirt for a Muggle tradition? It's a good thing I love you." Feeling a little strange about her ripped shirt, she reached out and gave the redhead another hug. As she pulled away and reached for her coat there was a faint look of worry in her eyes. "So when you say graduated... do you mean like... we're done?"
"Whit A mean," Céilidh began, shouldering her broom, "is that ye hae th' basics nou. Th' rest tis up tae ye." The duo walked arm in arm, leaving the stadium behind them and heading back up to the castle. "Ye still need practeese, tae be shuir lass, 'n' A'll be mair than happy tae fly wit ye ony time ye want. Bit nae mair cauld mornin's gif ye dinnae want."
Rose walked in silence with her friend as she thought about it. "I like flying with you," she said finally. "It's been nice. We don't do a lot of things just us." Then, giving Cee's arm a little squeeze, she added, "Besides, I'm always gonna need to borrow your broom."
"Aye, tis guid tae hiv some girl time ance 'n' ah while," the redhead agreed with a nod. "Bit A dinnaken aboot borraein my bruim whan ye hae ah bruim o' yer own sittin richt oan yer shoulder."
"Wait. My... What...?" Stopping abruptly, the tiny prefect seemed to have lost her ability to walk, or form a complete sentence. "You're not serious."
Céilidh grinned. It was one of those surprises she was holding in reserve, and the effect it had on her friend was well worth it. "Oh aye," she nodded. "Win Tommy geid me th' Nimbus, A fand myself wit ah owerplus o' bruims. 'N' A cannae think o' onybody ilse wha wad gie it ah better hame."
The redhead's eyes fell to the broom pertched on Ambrosia's shoulder. Recalling every loop, roll, and twist, and many other moves that there weren't names for yet, she honestly couldn't think of a person more suited for it. A... A ken tis nae new an aw... But A want ye tae hiv it."
Since she wasn't done being speechless, Rose did the only thing she could in the moment. Still holding the broom in one hand, she threw her arms around Cee and hugged her tightly. "Ohmygosh Cee! This is the nicest thing..." Bouncing a little, the blonde hugged her friend again. "Thank you!"
Finally letting the Gryffindor girl breathe, the tiny prefect took a minute to really examine her new broom. It had personality. And it was beautiful! "I can't wait to fly with Danny. And Tommy! And you too, a lot!"
While Ambrosia looked over her broom, Céilidh eyed the little blonde speculatively. There was something in what Rose had just said that clicked into place in the back of her mind. Something from another conversation... She would have to see what Tommy thought.
"Mebbe we can mak ah date oot o' it? Juist th' fower o' us?"
Rather than pause to examine sudden rush of excitement that came with that one little word, Rose tried to laugh it off. "Let some boys in on our girl time? I'm not so sure..." She flashed the redhead a quick impish grin. "But as long as you're there to keep me from making a fool of myself I suppose it'll be okay."
"Dinnae cark, lue, e'en gif ye ur gawkie, th' baith o' thaim ur owert afeart o' me tae say onything aboot it." Céilidh gave Rose a reassuring squeeze.
"Well, that helps... a little," she giggled, nudging her friend with her shoulder. "But Tommy's not exactly afraid of you... it's more... not afraid... just..." She gave up and smiled at Cee. "Okay. Maybe he's afraid."
Absently running her fingers along the handle of her new broom, Rose caught herself wondering if it was against some serious Quidditchy rules to give it a name. "You know," she began suddenly. "I never did ask where you and your frightened boyfriend snuck away to on Halloween. I didn't see you for a long time."
If her cheeks hadn't already been flushed from the chill, Ambrosia would have experienced one of those rare moments when Céilidh actually blushed. They'd reached the castle by now and Cee used the opportunity to try and deflect the question. "We wis aboot," she said a little too evasively, then added, "Wit say we get something tae warm us up?"
"That sounds great. And a donut." But she wasn't about to be distracted so easily. "Then we can go someplace private and you can tell me more about this 'aboot'," she added with a wicked little grin.
Waiting for my first kiss