Free from the confines of gravity (Cillian)

Hoovering near the goal posts on the far end, Cillian was out enjoying a morning work out before he got busy with the rest of his day. Finding out that he had a daughter was one of the most exciting things he ever could have imagined, and now, well now he didn't know what to do. Still he hadn't let Caitlin in on the information and even after that he still had yet to send an owl back home in fear that he would give his mother a heart-attack. In due time, he always happened to say to himself, maybe he just wanted to do it in person. Navy blue jacket was pulled across his shoulders as he watched the girl fumble over and over again. Not in a bad sort of sense, instead he noticed that she was getting frustrated and he only smiled. Remembering what it was like when he tried to shut down plays, creating new moves, the works. Hell he evern felt guilty for breaking Rian Lewis' knee.

It was in a matter of moments before she was ransacked by a flock of large birds and Cillian had to hold in a rather hearty laugh. Not entirely sure that she could hear it, Cill didn't really give two cares. He just stared on as she lay unmoving on the ground. Quidditch was a game of luck, skill, chance and the possibility of severe damage. He had to remember that whenever he thought about the bludger making full on contact with the Ballycastle Bats' chaser during a very intense match. Coming to the ground, his feet made slight squashing noises as he started toward Ezra.

"Tha' was a bloody good show ya put on." Holding his own broom under his arm as he began to clap at her display of pure gracefulness. Talking througha chuckle he looked down at the girl who was laying in the grass. A smile across his face as he looked on. "Ya know, on yer last move, ya should' kept yer butt down, would'a made fer better balance an ya wouldn' o' gone flyin'. I saw it all, but it takes a lo' more practice than a few trys ya know." Cillian remembered what it was like when he was trying to perfect his moves, though they were much more dangerous than what this girl seemed to be trying.

"C'mon, tha' broom ain' goin' ta fly itself, try again an' keep yer butt lower, yer lackin' balance when you hit tha' spot where ya went soarin' through tha air." Cill held out his hand. The man was broad in the shoulders where it mattered, clearly a beater like build and that didn't help he was wearing his teams jacket. He had to represent during the weekend he was here, and even more so when he was on the Quidditch pitch. "Names Cillian by tha way. Some call me Killswitch if ya heard me sister talkin' 'bout me, but Cill (Kill) works jus' as well."

Fans, he hated them. Deep down all they wanted was a good show and Cillian wasn't in short supply of them, especially after the last match versus the Ballycastle Bats. Caitlin on the other hand took fan to a completely different level, she was his number one fan by far and she would forever stay that way. Kellin on the other hand ranked like number six. Shrugging his shoulders a little he smiled at the girl in a not so awkward grimace. "Ya, I saw tha'. A lil' twist an' a fly through tha air, that'll win ya tha big bucks. I've 'eard tha' they be lookin' fer circus acts down Picadilly o'er there in London." He laughed a little at his own joke, but looked on at her. The fan girl in Ezra seemed like it was being choked down, but it wasn't long until the girl burst out in exerberance. It was common, but she was a Quidditch player, of that he could tell.

"Tha's me alrigh', but enough dilly dallyin' ya got work ta do. Get on yer broom an show me whatcha got." The ginger waved his hand a little to get her going, her cheeks were red and Cill only shook his head. Fans these days didn't know how to speak proper when it came to meeting a star. Hell he was just here for his own morning work out and boom, here she was, or rather he came into her practice space, but nonetheless they were both here and she definitely needed work. "Yea, yea I've been gettin' tha' a lot since I took R. Lewis outta the game a while back. I really 'ope tha' yer not a bandwagoner. I cannot stand me tha type. Also, don' be embarrassed tha' ya 'aven't got it down jus' yet. Took me a while ta perfect me own moves, I broke me wrist one day, hit a goal post square on. Nah tha prettiest o' manuevers."

Nothing would break him today, not after he found out the news about his daughter and soon to be house mate, her mother. Today was a fine day and he felt like giving a few pointers here and there. If calculated correctly this girl was in her first year while he was in his seventh year, Ravenclaw no doubt, so in all honesty he had no idea who she was. "Oi! Wha's yer name? Also, if yer flyin' like this, ya should get on me little brother's case. He didn' try out this year and it really hurt me feelin's. All fer a girl no less." Cillian mumbled as he hopped onto his own broom. The newest make and model for the season, trying to get used to the power behind it was something fierce, but it would be worth it once the Tutshill Tornadoes were off the three day League Ban for illegal play. Nothing illegal about knocking a seeker off his broom with a bludger from three feet away.