WHISTLE THE WIND [roselin]

[keir]

Quidditch practice had been rather uneventful. Nothing had been out of the norm. There'd been the exhilaration of whizzing through the air at high speeds, there'd been the usual laughing and banter. Quidditch practice was one of Keir's favourite activities, and in the last four years at Hogwarts nothing had happened to change that.

During the summer, while away from the school as well as his friends, for the most part, Keir had steadily become more and more worried. Things would change when they went back for their 5th year, things wouldn't be the same.

But everything was the same. Other than some potentially new members to the team, everything was just as it'd been before summer vacation.

Keir was grinning from ear to ear, the wind whipping the hair out of his eyes. He'd pinned his bangs to one side, much to the amusement of the other players, and had happily avoided Bludgers, Quaffles, and other players by pirouetting through the air.

When practice was over, rather than following the others to the locker room, Keir had flown up to one of the wooden towers decorated in the Gryffindor colours, and landed on the floor there. He set his broom down, treating it as gently as he would a toddler, then flopped down on one of the wooden benches, stretching out.

Keir groaned happily, feeling his muscles relax. It was great to use his muscles like this again. He'd done some flying during vacation, but it had been leisurely compared to the flying he did during games and practice. Keir sighed happily and closed his eyes, enjoying the mild breeze that swept over the tower every now and again.

"It's good to be back."

He missed his parents, keeping in touch with them almost daily, but the Gryffindor boy had felt incomplete without this...

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[roselin]

The summer had been boring for Roselin. It wasn't as if his family had the money to go to any of the Quidditch games or on a vacation to another country. It annoyed him; it really did. He didn't blame his parents, of course. They tried their best, and even if he was upset with them, he couldn't deny that they were there for him. They had even abandoned their careers for him. It spoke a lot about them.

But that didn't mean that he didn't visit with friends as often as possible. He avoided staying at home whenever he could. His friends had families wealthier than his own. They may not have been rich like the Malfoys, Blacks, or Sinclairs, but they were still better off than himself. He had been able to see one Quidditch game and get some flying practice in, but even then, after a while it became boring, and not even dark magic could distract Roselin from wanting to get back to school.

He was particularly aggressive on the field that day, successfully knocking several teammates off their brooms. He even shot them at his best friend- it was his job- though he would have been honestly upset if he had actually hurt Keir. Luck was on his side, and Keir's agility had helped him to dodge them. Being a seeker had its benefits in more than one way.

He sighed at Keir, watching his friend with annoyance. Practice was over, and he was ready to go in. He needed to let out his aggression somehow, and since practicing dark magic on one's enemies were frowned upon, he did the next best thing and attempt to dislocate their jaws with a baseball bat and bludger. Unfortunately, that wasn't a permanent solution. Wearing a mask constantly was tiring, but it was better than being expelled.

He flew over, and rather than hopping off as his friend had, he pushed himself up and jumped off, grabbing onto the broom and willing it to be pulled down with him so that he flew downwards to his friend and landed on both feet right behind his head. Roselin gazed down at him, his expression pissed off, but then he smiled. "Yeah. It is." he paused. "But what the fuck are you doing up here?" he nudged the side of Keir's cheek with his foot, just showing off the power he had in his position. Just one small slip and he could kick the boy hard enough to break his jaw.

But he wouldn't do that, Keir was his best friend. And yet, he couldn't help but let the thought pass through his mind. It would all be so easy, and a subconscious part of him wanted his friend to know it. To know that any sudden betrayal would cost him dearly.

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[keir]

Once up there on his own, Keir found himself thinking that he should have invited his best friend to join him. But he'd acted on impulse. Keir wasn't ready to leave the Quidditch pitch just yet. He'd really really missed this.

The boy's smile grew when he felt the thump of someone landing just behind his head. Hopefully it was Roselin, like he guessed, and not some Slytherin looking to start a fight. Keir was quite agile, on his broom or off, but he didn't have extreme physical strength.

Keir was a lover not a fighter, and that thought made him want to laugh. When he heard his best friend's voice, despite the words the other boy had decided to use, the smile remained on his face, and he answered with his usual Scottish accent, "Wasn't ready to leave the pitch yet."

Roselin then nudged his face with his boot, and Keir blinked up at him. He hadn't unpinned his hair yet, therefore his vision of Roselin was unobstructed. He hadn't expected his best friend to touch his boot to his cheek like that, and there was curiosity in his eyes.

Half of him wanted to keep laying there and see if Roseline would to something of that nature again, and the other half screamed for him to sit up and get on the same level as the other boy.

There was no change in Roselin's expression, nothing to hint that he might have done something wrong, or that his friend was upset or enraged over anything else. So he opted for a middle way; he wouldn't lie there and do nothing, nor would he sit up. Keir reached up and took a hold of the other's ankle, eyes fixed on Roselin's face.

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[roselin]

As soon as Keir touched his foot, Roselin withdrew it with a playful smirk and hopped down from the bench, taking a seat right above the other boy's head. Sometimes he wondered if it was all worth it- the smiles, the playful chatter, the false pretenses. In the end, he would betray them all anyways, so why did it matter that he made alliances now? He had heard of the powers of persuasion and being charming, but all the results did was annoy him.

As they were now. Keir was his "friend", his best "friend" even. But the boy just didn't have the heart it took, despite his pure blood. Of course, Roselin was unaware that Keir came from a half blood family. Had he known, the treatment he gave his friend would be very, very different. And as much as the other boy grated on his nerves with his strange habits, he had his uses. He was friendly with everyone and usually helped distract from Roselin's oddities.

The boy was obviously off kilter. It was hard to tell during class or just by speaking to him about the weather. But, spending any significant amount of time with him or observing him would should a young man obviously disturbed. He hit bludgers towards players with the intent to harm, not distract. He would "slip up" on occasion and nearly hit someone with a hex or curse (sometimes the hit landed). He would crack a smile whenever the subject of murder or killings of muggles were brought up.

He could easily hide these indiscretions provided that he was not in constant company of a person. But Keir would know- Keir would have seen- and yet he still stood beside him. He knew that he was far from being a stable person. But it was fun to pretend from time to time. That's what he was doing now as he closed his eyes, relaxing on the bench. "You're strange, you know that?" he teased his friend. "We should get back to the common rooms before all of the good seats get taken. Still have that transfiguration essay to write."

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[keir]

Sometimes Roseline frightened him a little. And it was usually mixed with a tinge of excitement that he couldn't explain. He'd found himself looking at his best friend a little longer than was normal, on a few occasions but...that and the excitement? It didn't really add up. Therefore he wasn't quite sure how to feel when the other boy took his foot away and had a seat.

And it wasn't as if he could go around asking people; other students, and even teachers, found him strange enough as it was. It was all a bit annoying but...he wasn't going to change who he was just to gain almost-complete social acceptance. He had his parents, he had Roseline, and some of the guys on the Quidditch team. That was all he needed to be content, even happy.

Had anyone called him strange, Keir would have likely gotten defensive, rolling up and sticking out his metaphorical needles. But since it was his best friend saying that, Keir just shrugged it off,

"In a minute..." the boy stretched and closed his eyes. He felt a little exposed, not having his hair covering his face for once, and closing his eyes around other people had always made him feel a little vulnerable. But since he was with Roselin and no one else, it should be alright.

"How long does it have to be? And what're you writing it on?" Keir had some of his own homework to do, but he just wanted to laze up there, even if it was for just five minutes.

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[roselin]

He knew that it would take more than a few simple words to get Keir off the Quidditch Pitch, and what better way to get him to come down than to get him to go up. Roselin tilted his head, gazing at Keir from the corners of his eyes. "I'm writing mine on the effects of improper transfiguration when used on muggles. There is quite an amount of literature, and I find it utterly fascinating."

It was due to a transfiguration incident that ended in the "disappearance" of muggles on Roanoke Island that had given reason to creating the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee within Britain, which had been the first of its kind, though others quickly followed in France, Spain, and Portugal.

The infamous incident had never been properly explained to muggles; for at the time, many possibilities had arose in the minds of wizards to explain. Kidnapping, migration, superstitions... And the only word left "Croatoan" that no one could figure out what it mean was an anagram for "Orocant" who happened to be the wizard who was accused of committing the crime. He was a dark wizard on the rise at the time, but his fatal mistake came in the way he had bragged- muggles may have been lost (and still were), but the wizarding community was quick to discover his deed, and he spent his remaining years in the wizard prison of Azkaban.

He knew exactly what he was going to write about, and the fact he had it fresh in his head, ready to go, made him all the more eager to leave the pitch so that he could get that essay finished.

He said nothing as he stood and climbed the small ledge- broom in hand. And without mounting, he jumped, letting the adrenaline rush flower through his body. He swung his arm down and forced the broom between his legs- and he willed it to fly only feet before he hit the ground. If a teacher had seen him doing it, he would be in detention. As it were, no one did, and he floated back up, high in the sky until he was eye-level with Keir oncce more. "I'll race you around the pitch."

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[keir]

At the mention of muggles, Keir tensed a little. His father was a muggle, but on the train to Hogwarts during first year, he'd been put on the spot and he'd blurted out that he was pureblood. He hadn't yet told anyone from school otherwise, not even his best friend. His stomach went into knots, and he had to clear his throat.

He would tell Roselin, someday. Right now he was choosing having his best friend around to being honest. Besides, the news would likely hurt Roselin...because Keir had lied. And possibly other reasons. He wanted to hyperventilate, but he kept calm and forced his mind onto another subject.

"It would be fascinating!"

And he meant it; the subject Roseline had chosen sounded exciting, and like something interesting to write about. Keir wished he could come up with a thesis that would actually keep him interested. Well, maybe if he were ever asked to write an essay about Quidditch! His lips curved into another smile, and he stretched again.

He watched as his best friend got up and went to the ledge. Roselin then let himself drop out of sight. Keir gasped and scrambled up and over to the edge, peering over. From there he saw his best friend mount his broom and fly just before hitting the ground. "Bloody hell!!!" His heart was in his throat, and then hands holding the edge trembled a little.

Keir gaped at Roselin, eyes wide and his lips parted. He felt a hint of anger at being given such a scare, but it was soon drowned out by the excitement of a race. Adrenaline started to cloud his judgement, and Keir was grinning again as he mounted his broom and kicked off, "You're on!" Keir would fly all day, every day, if life would allow it, therefore any excuse he had to fly...he would take. All the more appealing was the fact that he would be flying with his best friend and no one else. The boy occasionally felt jealous when Roselin gave attention to others...therefore having him to himself like this, it was exhilarating.

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