Cecelia slid on her broom, her short dress riding up on her. She took a deep breath and jumpped, flying into the air happily. She loved being in the air. Something about it made her feel so much safer than when she was on the ground. Too bad she was all alone...

Tyrin took off into the air...whoah! A girl in a dress that barely covered her. Like most guys, he had to say he was more than impressed. He flew over to her confidently ... a slytherin as well.

"Hey there." He spiralled on his broom in an effort to impress her. "Where's your boyfriend?" God, it was a cheesy chat up line, quite unintelligent for Tyrin, a young mastermind, but it usually worked. He began looking around convincingly.

He met with her eyes and smiled. His crystal eyes twinkled.

She raised an eyebrow. "Smooth one." She spun a few circles around him before going completely upside down, clenching her legs so her dress didn't fly up.

"I'm not sure. I haven't got one at the moment." She giggled sweetly, then flipped back over so she was rightside up. "Where's yours?"

"Probably with another man..." He said truthfully, not bothered. Delilah was more of a trophy girl friend just as he was a trophy boyfriend. They had agreed they were for show... and pleasure - nothing more. Tyrin was free to indulge in anything new just as she was.

"Don't worry, we have a flexible relationship." He soared so he was right beside her. She was pretty, very pretty.

She nodded. "You..." she said, realization creeping up her neck. "What's your name?" she asked, licking her lips and flying without using her hands, as she tugged gently at one pig tail, trying to tighten it.

OOC: Pretty please could you lengthen your posts to three lines from now on :D

BIC:

"You probably have heard of me as "Yatesey" but I am called "Tyrin Yates""

He bowed his head. She looked oddly familiar. He had seen her around but had never really had a proper conversation until now. And he was glad that she was wearing a short dress during their little conversation... it always added spice and something for Tyrin to think about.

((OOC: I'm sorry. In my post when I'm typing it it looks like 3 lines or longer but when I enter it and it comes up, it's shorter. DARNIT lol. I'll make it longer I promise))

Cecelia felt her face widen with a somewhat sarcastic smile as she realized who this boy in fact was. "Does the name Delilah Ferrari ring a bell to you at all?" she asked, knowing quite well that he knew exactly who Delilah Ferrari was. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to respond.

"In fact, its somewhat familiar," he laughed, "Shes my 'girlfriend'" It clicked. She was her sister. Delilah mentioned her sometimes but never in great detail.

"You are the sexier," he lied. They were both the same really, this one seemed more reserved though. Delilah was always up for it...

She giggled. "I'm her twin in fact." She did a wide circle on her broom, still not holding it with her hands. "A few moments younger however..." She looked him up and down. "You like to flatter I see...That explains why my sister chose you. She likes compliments andyou seem eager to please." She giggled at how the phrase came out, but she really didn't mind that it seemed sexual.

"Your relationship is flexible ey...That means she can bang whomever she wishes I take it...She'd do it anyway." With one hand, she tossed a small golden ball (the snitch obviously), hitting him in the face before it flew away. She dove for it.

He laughed, she was funny as well. "And I do please Miss," he said with puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, we can both bang whomever we want. And I take full advantage of that," he laughed again.

Then there was the snitch. As she dived, he dived too. They shared a magical rollercoaster ride of a moment, sharing the same passion to get the snitch - bound by one aim. It was almost...romantic.

She hopped quickly off of her broom to catch it over him, only to catch it between her tiny fingers, then flop quite ungracefully onto his broom instead of her own, underneath his arms.

"Sorry..." she said, aware she was bearing enough weight to drag the broom down. With one foot, she wiggled in the direction of her broom, her skirt inching up more and more.

"Lucky for me I decided to wear knickers this morning." She giggled.

He laughed, "Unlucky for me though." He enjoyed the feeling of her touch under his arms. He was staring, she didn't seem to mind, any guy in his situation would. Tyrin had a crush - on her. He seemed to be thrilled if he could have both sisters. And his relationship with Delilah would allow it.

She plopped back onto her broom and fixed her hair, blowing some stray pieces away from her eyes. "I appear to have won my dear Tyrin. May I say...Ha...Ha...Ha?"

She giggled, knowing she sounded like a jerk, but she had always been the type to be very competitive, and a very sore winner, and rare loser.

Tyrin laughed, he liked a girl who knew control. "You have won the battle. But not the war!" He withdrew his wand and 10 snitches span out of it.

"10 Minutes, who ever catches the most is the winner." It was a challenge. He zoomed off already trying to catch one.

Within the first few seconds, Cecelia had two in her hands. She turned to look at Tyrin as he was nearing a snitch, then bumped him with her broom to catch the snitch he would have caught.

"Ha ha!" She giggled and saw another on the other far end of the pitch.

"What do I get if I win?"

Tyrin smiled, "I can think of a few good prizes, but that means the loser gets a reward too..." he pouted. One. Two. She was beating him. He approached a third. Tried to collect it. Missed. He followed it across the pitch, through the hoops and finally caught the third one.

Cecelia put the first two in her dress, reaching forward to catch another, and then another. "I just need one more Tyrin and then I win. Name your price quick, before I get to. And I can be mean, so you don't want me to decide, believe you me. I am a Ferrari after all and we are vicious."

One part of Tyrin fancied having her decide, it was a turn on. He just smiled, not saying anything. Hanging back slightly - wanting her to win. He wondered what would happen, he bit his lip and awaited her to catch the final one eagerly. He wasnt that obvious, he still flew around a little making it look as if he was still into the game.

Cecelia dove forward, catching the last one, then giggling to find that she had won. "HA! I feel very sorry for you my darling. You lost to a delicate little flower like moi." She smirked and spun in circles on her broom. "I should've known I would win. You aren't very athletic are you?"

Tyrin smiled, "I am more of an academic, I admit." He had mastered basic broom skills but when it came to sports Tyrin just wasn't interested enough to take part. His real enjoyment was in magic, it could be so helpful and so lethal.

"So what will your reward be sweetie?"

Her grin may have appeared sexy, but it was merely hiding her dirty scheme. "I want you to get completely naked, and run through the great hall screaming 'I'm A Pretty Girl!' and then, sit in one of the professor's laps, telling them 'I've been naughty...'" She snorted over her rediculous shrieks of laughter.

"The naked part doesnt seem too bad... but as for the other stuff. Mmm.. let me think about it for a second. No!"

Now was the time to impress, not through sports through the romance of magic. A snitch appeared from his wand he held it in his hand then muttered several things. The snitch contorted into a golden rose with wings coming from the stem. He lifted her dress up a little and placed it in the elastic of her knickers.

Smiling like a naughty boy he zoomed off to the ground, expecting her to chase him.

She gasped in shock, then realized what he had done. "Very cute!" She shouted, half sarcastic and half flattered. She flew in his direction, then took her seemingly favorite tactic. She pounced off of her broom and onto his back, laughing as the broom flew down quickly.

Tyrin laughed, he was a bit of a thrill seeker anyway. He touched down and leapt off the broom, giving Cecelia a piggyback. After a few minutes of fun and laughter he put her down and winked.

A screech came and Shylock, his Barn owl came to his arm with a letter. he read quickly. "Well its been a pleasure." he bowed and kissed her hand. "But now I have to dash." He winked and sauntered back up to the tower.

Cecelia smiled and waved to him, well aware that he was already gone and couldn't see her any longer. She sighed deeply and looked around, trying to see if there was anything else that she could do to keep herself well occupied. In the end, she just decided to go back up into her room, and daydream.