Out of Thin Air || James

Darcy sat there for a moment, thinking about Brad and how much that he meant to her. He was her best friend and in many ways, her own brother. Honestly, sometimes he treated her better than her own flesh and blood treated her, and that was saying something. He was gentle with her and knew the limits of her issues, but he also always seemed to know when to push her and get results. That was what she found most interesting about 'The Bash.' Beneath all his apparent stupidity and sheer strength, he was actually an intellegent man that people could get to know...he was just intellegent in a very different manner. Darcy honestly didn't know much about Quidditch, but she had to agree with what James was saying. She knew enough to know that the didn't just offer national positions to people who were coming straight out of Hogwarts...it was a rare occassion, "He really deserves it. I think that he said he wasn't even worried about the Slytherins this year when it came to the Quidditch Cup. Or at least, that's what he told me. He has a tendency to over-exaggerate if you ask me,"

[/b] She said with a tiny smile and then reached up to push some of her hair behind her ears. He said that he would explain everything to her and she blushed profusely, "I'd actually really like that. As long as you promise to take it slow. I swear you're going to have to start from the very beginning. I couldn't tell you the difference between all the postions if I'm being completely honest."[/b] She bit down on her lip, trying not to laugh at the prospect of her and James watching a pro-Quidditch game. It would certainly be interesting...it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy James' company...he was actually quite nice once Darcy got over her initial prejudices.

Darcy ducked her head immediately when she heard the librarian hush-ing them. She had never thought that she would be the kind of person that would get in trouble in the library, but she had to say that she didn't mind it in the slightest. She was having a good time trying to describe to James what it was like for her playing football. She knew that she was forced into it, and that was part of the reason that she had been so awful about the whole thing. Dars reached up and placed her fingertips over her lips, hoping that that would hold in some of her laughter and she wouldn't be such a disruption in the room, but it appeared as if that wasn't happening in the slightest. She looked up at James, expecting to see him as happy and go lucky as he had been a few moment ago, but he seemed too lost in thought. She shook her head, wondering what was going on inside those brains of his. But she wasn't allowed much time to dwell on the thought because he was suddenly threatening to have her on a broomstick, "Oh no no no no no."[/b] She said, waving her hands in front of her to try and ward off the very idea, "I'll be no where near a broom thanks. I like it down on the ground. With my feel firmly planted. Too much-"[/b] She realized a little too late that he was joking and she managed to squeak out a tiny laugh as she blushed, "Yeah, not really my thing...obviously."[/b] She said, playing with her necklace again, "But you're quite good. Im surprised that you haven't been scouted yet..."[/b] Her voice faded off slightly as she wondered if James had been secretly scouted by a team and had been keeping it from everyone else. Merlin knew he was good enough and - although only a sixth year - he had the potential that all the teams seemed to be looking for.

Darcy looked up at him, slightly wide-eyed. No one had ever said that they weren't that noticible before. She swore that most people got so annoyed with the antics that she displayed that they wanted to hex her for simply existing, "I just-"[/b] She wasn't sure what to say, blushing slightly in excitement. The very idea of someone seeing her as adorable - much like they would see a little sister - was amusing to her. She supposed that must be the way that Brad felt about her, "Well you can start with every Slytherin on the planet. And if that's too much to handle, how about-"[/b] She was about to say something about Zeke Maxwell and his group of friends, but she couldn't help but remember the night that they had talked and she had seen how interested in the muggle word he actually was. It had been eye opening to say the least, so instead she took this opportunity to throw another group under the bus, "Bellatrix Black and all of her friends? She's certifibily insane!"[/b] But she shook her head, hoping that James wouldn't actually take it upon himself to curse the other students. She wouldn't want him to get into any trouble on her behalf. She listened carefully as he spun his theory about Riddle's apperance at Hogwarts, "Good use of a muggle figure of speech."[/b] Dars applauded, "But I have to say, it seems a little risky. Dumbledore isn't just putting himself at risk, he's also endangering the entire student body. I mean...what if this man goes bezerk and no one can stop him?"[/b] Darcy could feel the panic in her system and she shook her head, "It's hard to say what everyone's really thinking about him. I can't help but feel that some people are more in awe of him than anything..."[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

The very mention of Bellatrix Black had Dars’ stomach all in knots and for a moment it felt as if she was trying to swallow pins and needles. If she was capable of hate, she would have it for that woman; there was something dangerously eerie about how comfortable she was with the entire prospect of hurting someone else...whether it be physically or mentally. She shook the thought to the best of her ability, banishing the idea of the raven-haired menace somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind; thinking too much about it made her launch herself into fits which could explain the tapping of her quill on the edge of the ink-well that was taking place at this very moment. She realized what she was doing and slipped her hand off of the writing utensil and down into her lap, hoping that she hadn’t been too obnoxious with her toying, ”Chemistry and Faith.”

[/b] She repeated, scrunching up her nose slightly. She had never thought that playing Quidditch would be so complicated...from where she sat in the stands it always seemed as if the players just so happened to get lucky. A very silly thought, now that she took the time to put herself in their shoes. The mention of going to the next Quidditch match and sitting with Mr. Potter was a very interesting one indeed. She had no idea if she would even enjoy what he was trying to teach her, but she thought that it could be an...eye opening experience, ”Perhaps we should try crawling before even attempting to walk. I’d like that. Do you know when the match is?”[/b] Dars, unfortunately had little knowledge of the Quidditch season at Hogwarts despite being unwillingly drug to most of Bradley’s matches.

Dars was most honestly afraid of heights. It had to be one of the things that terrified her most. Elevators at her dad’s work scared the crap out of her and when her mum tried to have to go on a plane ride to the United States to see a doctor? Well they could count her out from the moment that she even neared the flying vessel. No, Darcy Collins was a firm believer that humans - witches, wizards, and muggles included - were meant to stay on the ground and not in the air. His laughter seemed to fill the odd little bubble that they had seemingly secluded themselves in and Darcy felt her face growing even hotter with embarrassment, ”Merlin, no. Laugh away...”[/b] She said, her voice still slightly shaken, but she seemed to be doing better than before, ”I guess I’ve never been too fond of heights. Personal preference and all that jazz. I’ll be sure - when we both graduate - to keep your address on hand so that I can take you up on that offer because I’m not sure that I’ll be going anywhere near the pitch this year.”[/b] She shrugged her shoulders. Although, with James and Bradley around her, she was pretty sure that they would convince her to do it; they both seemed like those kind of charmers. He mentioned that his career path was not what she had expected and she immediately raised both eyebrows, ”An Auror?”[/b] She was sure that her voice was slightly shocked, but she made sure to quickly correct herself, ”Sorry, James. I just-”[/b] She laughed slightly, ”I guess I never thought of you as the type to put yourself so far out there. But it makes sense in the end. You seem really put together. Plus with all that you know about transfiguration, you’ll be a shoo in for the academy.”[/b] She could see the excitement in his very expression; it was obvious that he knew what he wanted to do with his future.
Dars was rather surprised to hear that James already had something cooked up for the mess of the Slytheirn population that seemed to make her life a living hell; he certainly was a hero in Gryffindor Robes. ‘God Dars, are you swooning over the poor fellow?’ Her subconscious chided and for a moment she sat completely upright in her seat as she finished one of the sentences of the essay. James was a charmer, she had to keep reminding herself of that fact, ”I hope you’ve not planned anything that’ll get you into too much trouble. Lest this Riddle character put you in for life-time detention.”[/b] She said with a slight grin and then reached up to play with the ends of her hair, hoping that she was doing a good enough job at hiding her blushing cheeks. Darcy nodded and was rather surprised to hear that James’ parents thought of the new professor as an apparent gift from god. She had assumed because they had raised such an intuitive son that they would be in-tune with the rumors that surrounded the man and his dangerous past, ”Private tutoring? Or private tutoring?”[/b] Dars asked as she stared at the end of the essay, wondering what should come next, ”That sounds like the man’s just asking for trouble...That’s what other students are for. Tutoring sessions shouldn’t be manned by the professors themselves...right?”[/b]

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