Like a G6~Clara

He wasn't good enough, well at least his mind told him that, of course he was one of the star players on the Quidditch team, hell the whole Slytherin team was full of skilled players and even with a screaming fan base at his beck and call, something kept telling him he wasn't cutting it. He decided today, even though it was still snowing a bit out that he was going to practice no matter what anyone else said. He pulled on his Quidditch robes, slung his newest broom over his shoulder and headed out. He walked up the dungeon stairs passing the lovely Celia on his way giving her a wink to which she nodded lightly,"Keep dreamin Belby"

[/b][/color] he heard her mutter but he rolled his eyes, the two had their moments. He headed through the main floor passing Starleina on the way giving a light wave to the blond beauty before heading out the doors. He put his hood up and made his way to the pitch effortlessly. Once he stood on the pitch a smirk crossed his face as he mounted his broom and took of into the air. For now he just flew around dodging things that weren't there, weaving in and out of stands and posts but then he looked down and through his goggles he saw someone watching him from the stands. He flew in that direction until he got closer and he now hovered right along the edge of the stand looking at the person who was disrupting his practice. He pushed his hood off and his goggles onto his head as he angled himself to lean against the edge of the stand,"Enjoying the view?"[/b][/color] he asked with a raised brow.[/blockquote]

Stray snowflakes that fell from the winter sky got trapped underneath the girl's boots as she walked across the white speckled green grass. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, large jacket the lenght of a short dress keeping her warm. It was her father's jacket; her favourite. Clara was tiny, and the long sleeves made it impossible for her to even see her hands, but her mother had turned it up and sewed away. It now sat just beneath her elbows and fit perfectly. Underneath it she wore a simple, soft-blue dress with a small belt at the waist, legs protected from the cold by black tights. Why was she out in the cold? Well, she was bored, and she absolutely loved the snow, even if it stuck softly to her dark brown hair.

She was surprised to see that she was not alone outside, as she spotted a flash of green in the sky in the confides of the Quidditch pitch. Obviously Slytherin. Clara wasn't an avid Quidditch player - she wasn't a Quidditch player at all - but she still marvelled at how graceful yet quick and agile the players were on their brooms. She didn't quicken her leisurely pace as she made her way to the stands, eyes still fixed on the flying figure.

He had obviously noticed the Ravenclaw's presence, and flew down to where she was stood. Only then did she recognise the boy. Belby or something. She only ever heard his name at Quidditch matches, and only saw him every now and then in the halls of the school. He was hot, of course he was, but 'Slytherin' was kind of a dealbreaker. Didn't mean she couldn't have fun, though, right?

"I could ask you the same, blondie," she said as she saw the raise of his brow, her voice slightly ever so cheeky, the corners of her red lips turned up in a cheeky smile. "You didn't have to stop just for little ol' me, you know."

The girl had caught him slightly off guard with her retort of changing the question on to him, he had only come across a handful of girls who were gutsy enough to speak to him like that. He hoved for a moment before he hovered higher until he climbed over the banister of the stands and stood right beside her now, dropping his broom onto one of the seat benches and he tossed his goggles and gloves down beside it. He folded his arms over his chest and examined her for a moment, definitely not a Slytherin and couldn't be Gryffindor, he knew most Gryffindors either were Potters, Weasleys or just well, Star and this girl was in none of the above categories. Oh how Star would roll over laughing at him right now with the look of confusion that briefly crossed his face. He skimmed his bottom lip with his teeth before he finally spoke,"I stopped to see who was watching not necessarily because it had anything to do with you specifically doll, no offense" he said as he unfolded his arms and shoved them into the pockets of his pants instead. He cocked his head and pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek still examining her,"You got a name or should I just call you wise ass?" he asked being completely truthfully, Alec held no filter when he spoke at all except for around Star on occasion when he knew better, he had to have good filtering for his future wife. He reached up ruffling his hair before managing to finally look the girl in the eyes, she had pretty eyes he'd give her that,"And I think I'd be safe to assume your a Ravenclaw with the wise comment turning my question back on me like that," he added before he sat down on the bench now and glanced up at her as he rested his elbows on his knees,"What brings you over here any way?" he asked not that it was any of his business but he was quite nosey.

Clara could see she had caught him off guard, and her smile widened slightly, showing more of her teeth, white as the falling snow. He hovered for a moment before climbing over the banister and stepping into the stand, right beside her. Well, she had obviously caught his attention. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he crossed his arms and looked her over. Finally he spoke, uncrossing his arms, but he was still looking at her like an art critic at a painting. "Well, you've seen who I am and you haven't left yet so..." she trailed off, moving to lean on the side of the stands, folding her arms. She couldn't help but chuckle as he joked about calling her 'wise'ass'. "Oh, I don't know, is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy? Nah, wise-ass is fine," she grinned teasingly as she agreed. Why not? She was a flippin' wise-ass. And she would tell him to call her Clara - since that is actually her name - but why ruin it?

He sat down, remarking that she must be a Ravenclaw for turning his question back on him. "You'd be right," she said as he looked up to her. He was rather nice for a Slytherin. For one, when he assumed she was a Ravenclaw, he didn't say it like it was a disease to be one. Most Slytherins probably would've. And he hadn't told her to piss off yet, so it was looking good. "Oh, you know, for the view," she answered his question to why she was here, cleverly turning it all back to his first question. This was actually turning out to be more fun that she had previously imagined.

He watched her, the way she leaned against the banister of the stands not far from him but just, the way her body leaned almost in a perfect arch. He shook his head slightly, he wasn't supposed to think like that, well that wasn't exactly true, he just liked to tell himself that Star was his even if she wasn't quite yet. He got up shaking his head and rolling his eyes inwardly at himself, he had to work for Starleina that was the hard part so for now he would just relish in this girl's presence for a moment. He leaned beside her overlooking the field as he heard her words and he chuckled,"It is a pretty nice view isn't it?" he said but he by no means meant the pitch as he sideglanced at her before looking up at the sky now. "But seriously I really don't feel like calling you wise ass, can I get your real name? I mean yeah I'm a bad ass and I'm not the nicest guy in the world but I'm classy, I like to refer to people by their names if they are worthy enough" he said and boy was she definatly worthy of her name being rolled off his tongue. He looked at her fully now again keeping his lean on the banister as he searched her eyes for a moment,"Your Clara..." he muttered in recognition now, he knew he'd seen her in classes, she was the one who would correct the teacher if need be but she always did it in a respectful manner or snidely, he always liked it when she was snide about correcting people as long as it wasn't toward him. He grinned to himself proud he could recall who she was,"You're the girl from my classes that corrects the teachers at times and doesn't let them tell you your wrong when you're clearly right" he said. Now he was being too sentimental for his liking,"I mean who wouldn't recognize a girl with confidence and a pretty face" he said as he pushed himself away from the side and he grabbed his things off the bench readying himself to head back to the castle.

Clara's rosey lips turned up slightly in an amused smile as she saw that ever so familiar look on the boy's face. She knew that look. But it was always flattering and she never took it for granted. There were girl's who weren't at all confident in themselves, and Clara counted herself as one of the lucky ones who were. He complimented the view and the girl spared a glance at him as she turned around to lean on the barrister as well. The grass was turning whiter as more and more snow fell and it really was quite impressive. Yet, the girl had looked longer at the Slytherin than the falling snow. She was slightly taken aback as he asked again for her real name, telling her he'd never really rather call her by her name than 'wise-ass'. Surprise after surprise with this one.

She stood, eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at him, strawberry scented hair falling across her face in the cold breeze before she tucked it away behind her ear. He remembered her from classes, had even managed to come up with her name and all the times she had corrected the teachers. Which was really often, actually. He sounded so... sentimental about it all and the Ravenclaw couldn't help but chuckle. "Clara's good, too, then," she joked softly before he pushed away from the side and gathered his things. Clara turned to face him again, entwining her fingers in front of her, arms straight. Confidence and a pretty face, eh? "And you're Alec. Lovely name, First boy I had a crush on was called Alec. Well, no, her name was Nina. I was going through a phase. Just flirting to keep you cheerful since it looks like you're bored of me and want to leave," she teased, playfully pouting out her bottom lip with playful brown eyes.

Oh she was toying with him now, he had played the mind games with Bella Lestrange before and granted he lost with her, that didn't mean he hadn't kept decent pace with them. He shrugged and shook his head,"Nope not because you're boring me, because I'm bloody cold and don't want to endure the idea of frostbite"

[/color] he corrected as he walked passed her and then glanced over his shoulder at her,"You can come with me though, if you don't mind being seen with a guy like me that is" he said he knew his reputation, he knew most people would whisper if he had girls with him, most saying that he was nailing the female or that he was leading them on or numerous other things, hell he'd even heard one rumor about knocking up some female he had simply walked with to class because she had a nice ass, he never knew her name though nor had he ever slept with her. He kept walking though down the stairs now and onto the ground, wondering if she'd follow, if she did happen to he wasn't sure what they would go do, his mind was set on getting warm first, but they could always find something to entertain themselves with once they were warm, whether it be talking, drinking or bantering, he really didn't care, if she wanted to put up with him, he'd take it as it came.[/blockquote]

Only when the boy brought up frostbite, did Clara realise how flippin' cold it was. Granted, her coat was really warm, her forearm and hands still stuck out, and they were probably going to turn blue any minute now. She extended her fingers, enclosed them in a fist and stuck them into her coat pockets, as far as they would go, which seemed to do the trick.

'Don't mind being seen with a guy like me,' indeed. Clara was a renowned flirt and he was a hot, Slytherin jock. What could people possibly say? He walked down the stairs to the ground and Clara bit on her lip, thinking about it for a second. 'Oh, what the hell,' she thought, following him down. "You know," Clara said to make conversation again. "You're actually really good at that whole flying thing. I'd probably be beheaded if a Ravenclaw heard me say that, but it's true. And I'm guessing you're even better when you aren't freezing."

He heard her behind him which came as no surprise, he figured she'd follow it was only logical, even if it wasn't following for him, she'd be following to get herself warm. He caught her words and a smirk crossed his lips, what a dangerous thing to say, going against ones own house and admiring a different house's ability. He grinned and he glanced at her,"Well thanks I suppose though I'm sure that comment should be kept to yourself after this" he said chuckling slightly as they reached the castle and he walked through the doors. He shook his head getting snow out of his hair before he looked to her,"So is this where we depart or would you like to accompany me in some other activity?" he asked not sure what he was going to do next yet though. He did take out his wand, wave it and make his quidditch gear disappear to their rightful place down in his dorm in his trunk. He looked her over his mind still caught up in nice thoughts of her, boy would she look good on his arm, god Star would beat the shit out of him for that thought. He cringed to himself before he glanced away from her,"We could go to the room of requirement and snog or wonder the glass corridor" he said, completely serious, he had just offered himself up to this girl for a once in a lifetime chance at a snogging session, but he highly doubt she'd accept his offer, she didn't seem the type to.