Weekend Warrior (open)

There was a new player in town so to speak. A new keeper on the Ravenclaw team. Jessie had noticed the opening had been filled, but she didn't know by whom. Of course this made her determined to find out, but she had to do it so that Grayson wouldn't notice. Sure he was the picture ofhow a gentleman souls act while his feet were on the ground, but in the air, he wanted to win. Jessie had arrived late to the practice, wearing a dark grey outfit and concealing herself in the shadows of one of the towers the heels up the stadium seating at the top. She had left early though when no keeper showed up, almost as disappointed and frustrated as she was sure Grayson felt but for very different reasons. How was she suppose to beat them fairly if they had an unpracticed out unskilled keeper out there on the field.

Jessie had actually situated herself near the lake so that she could have a few laps around the poles once the Ravens were done; after all, she had to practice victory laps and her own Captain wouldn't let her during practice. She had watched the squad go back into the castle but then what seemed like only moments later a rather good looking guy came running out and headed into the changing area, or what she called the locker rooms. She had just reach the outside entrance to the pitch when the figure stepped out onto the grass and promptly began calling himself stupid. Jessie couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Ya know, I'm not sure Ah want ta win like this handsome," She said loudly with a grin, stepping out of the shadows so Zane could see her. "Ah'm Jessie by the way. Jessie James, Gryffindor Chaser." She was much closer now, and what she say did not disappoint her.

"So, why are ya late?" She asked with a silky smile.

Jessie gave a half roll of her eyes when her called her Ms. James like she was better than him or something. It was also weird since she's introduced herself with one of her nicknames that shortened her last name from Jameson to James. The smile never faded from her face as he spoke, she simply shook her head.

"No you misunderstand me. I meant that I didn't want to win simply because they didn't have a decent keeper. And I hear you ain't half bad..." She paused to give him plenty of time to fill in his name for her since she didn't know it yet.

Her eyes flicked over him again, a smirk staying on her face. However, there was something about this young man; he seemed stand off-ish and she wondered if that was because of her house or simply that she was on the pitch after his team had left. His next question seemed to answer her unasked one.

"You are accusin' me of spyin' aren't you. Well now Ah do feel hurt. My own countryman thinkin' I'm out here, bein' dishonest," Jessie said, looking at him right in the eyes, her smile fading completely, a rather rare look for the girl when around a good looking boy. It also bugged her that she didn't know what he was taking about with the Lestrange boys. Last time she checked, only one was still in school, the other having been expelled.

"As for long nights, this is my first year here, so I'm rather unclear as to how those two normally operate," She said rather stiffly. It wasn't that she didn't know anything about long nights, cause the good Lord knew she did, but she was feeling rather put off she'd never heard about these long nights. It was rather uncommon for her to be left out, or at least it had been uncommon. She began to wonder what else she'd missed out on this year because she hadn't been invited.

"And I was takin' in some sun and fresh air by the lake when you came rushin' out after yer team had gone in. I was curious as to what you were doin'."

Jessie smirked when he laughed. Finally it seemed as though she had broken through, with him calling her ‘darling’ and all. Her smirked turned into a genuine smile for a moment before it turned slightly coy at his words about it only being a joke. Of course it had been a joke. How could it not have been and how could she not have seen that. While her face and body said she was a little embarrassed for not realizing it was a joke, inside she was rather mad at herself. What she had said next was enough to put the boy on the defensive this time, and this eased Jessie’s mind. She wasn’t the only one missing the jokes and sarcasm. Of course she couldn’t have really been offended by him accusing her since she had actually been watching his team practice, but she could put on the show. A sly smile spread over her face, but she let him go on about knowing the right people to get into the best parties.

In a way it did concern her a bit that she wasn’t already in touch with the crowd of people that seemed to throw these lovely parties, as if she didn’t already find enough excuses to drink herself into a stupor on days she didn’t have class. Of course class had never really stopped her from drinking on really bad days anyway, she just made sure no one could tell.

”Oh sugar, Ah was just toyin’ with ya. Ah’m sure you always say exactly what you mean,” she said, seriously before closing the distance between them even further to respond to his party statement, whispering to him. ”Are you the right person to know OC?” Jessie stepped back without an answer as he took off into the sky. She watched him with a smirk on her face as he rose into the air. She rushed off the right and grabbed her broom she had stashed under the stands when she had first gotten there. She kicked off hard from the ground, racing up towards him. At the last moment she pulled up hard in the broom, executing a very nice, but not quite perfect dime stop. her eyes locked onto his face, openly admiring it with a grin.

”What’s your next move handsome?”