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[ALEXANDRA MICHELLE TREMLETT]

The Quidditch pitch was deserted and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Alex sighed, who cared about her dormitory or her bedroom at her Dad's, this was her home. The weather was still warm, which meant that Alex was only clad in a pair of denim shorts and a light t-shirt today. Her blonde hair was out and going everywhere as though it had a mind of its own, this was because of the fact that that she'd barely even run a brush through it she was so excited to get down to the pitch.

Alex breathed in the fresh, September air and mounted her broom. She changed her grip so it mimicked the way her Dad's had been when she'd watched him over the summer and kicked off. The wind whipped past her face and messed up her hair, she let out a great whoop of joy, it felt so good to be back on her broom, she hadn't been able to get down to the pitch since term had started and everyone had been noticing how agitated and frustrated she had been.

As Alex broke into a dive she realised that all of the vigorous training she had done over the summer with her Dad seemed to be paying off. She had more control over the broom and she was definitely going faster due to the more aerodynamic position her body was in. Alex only cut out of the dive when she was only around five feet away from the ground. She shot up again until she was in line with the top row of the stadium, where she began some fancy flying that included a couple of sloth grip rolls and loop-the-loops. It all felt so fantastic

Picking up speed, Alex began a race against no on in particular around the pitch. She slowed down only to weave in and out of the goal posts like the soccer player she had once seen training at a muggle park, but as soon as she was out again, she was straight back at the high speed from before.

'Wouldn't it be nice is there was someone here to actually race against,' Alex thought to herself, but the thought had barely left her mind when she noticed a figure walking onto the pitch below.

[FABIAN GEORGE PREWETT]

There was nothing quite like the Hogwarts Quiditch pitch. Fabian decided this as he emerged from the locker rooms; a cool breeze licked his face and rustled his black school robes, which almost seemed too warm out in the sun. He took a deep breath before shrugging out of his robes and lofting them into the lower bleachers, his attire beneath an odd assortment of muggle clothing he did not quite know how to match.

Fabian held a hand over his eyes and peered up at the clear, blue sky. After a bit of searching he spotted a dot and, squinting his eyes, recognized said dot to be Alexandra Tremlett. His stomach flip-flopped at the sight of her, a strange sort of feeling he did his best to ignore. His feelings were a futile effort, anyway – she had her eyes set on one man, and one man only. Unfortunately, that man wasn’t Fabian.

Now, however, was not the time to dwell on negativity. He mounted his broom and kicked into the air. His broom was nothing special, an old Comet model that looked to be on its dying limb. It got the job done, though, and Fabian would only very reluctantly give it up, if offered a newer model. The wind, stronger now that he was moving, whipped at his face and he closed his eyes, a wide grin revealing a row of shiny white teeth.

He was alone, a rare but not altogether unusual occurrence. Gideon was – well, he wasn’t entirely sure where his brother was at the moment, but he was fairly certain that Gideon was engaged in activities better suited to only one of the Prewett brothers. And, while quiet time was not something he particularly enjoyed, Fabian had been itching to get out on the pitch. Flying at home was fine and good, but quidditch didn’t quite work with only three people (given Molly was willing to fly), and limited space just didn’t have quite the same sense of freedom.

Fabian sped over to Alex, swerving slightly in the air as he arrived. He flashed her a smile, hair tangled and messy from the wind.

“Up for a race?” he asked, as if he could read her mind.

[ALEXANDRA MICHELLE TREMLETT]

Alex watched as the figure, whom she now recognized as one of the Prewett brothers sped towards her. She had known the brothers since first year when they had met at the Gryffindor table at the start of term feast and, as members of her Quidditch team, had become some of her close friends. 'Fabian or Gideon' she thought to herself.

The two brothers looked exactly alike, even their mannerisms were similar but there were slight differences in their personality that could make or break their invitation into your conversation. Gideon was arrogant and radiated confidence, whilst Fabian was slightly less sure of himself, but really, these things didn't matter whichever brother you picked, you were in for a good friend and a laugh.

Although... Fabian had always seemed slightly nicer to her and he only ever criticized her when her overheard her chatting to some of her girlfriends about James. Alex had questioned him about this once, but his only reply had been to go red and start talking about the weather.

The Prewett brother soared beside her and grinned his trademark smile and at hearing his question, Alex couldn't help but grin back. "And they say Twins can only read each other's minds," she let out a laugh, "but yes, Fabian, Gideon, whichever one you are, you should already know that I am always up for a race," Alex tossed her hair back off her face, "First one around the pitch shouts the other a butterbeer next Hogsmeade trip?"