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[RASMUS BLACKEBERG]

It was beyond Rasmus as to why anyone would dislike flying. There was no other sensation like it in the world. Especially someone like Chord who had grown up in this world with every opportunity to get his hands on a broomstick.

Rasmus stood opposite the blonde Slytherin who was currently giving what must have been a very intimidating look. However after spending enough time with Chord, Rasmus could only find it slightly irritating and almost adorable, almost like he had reverted back to the petulant first year Rasmus had been seeing less and less of recently.

"Oh come on." He said, pushing back a particularly stubborn lock of hair from his eyes that the wind kept blinding him with. The Hufflepuff smiled entreatingly, "Haven't you ever wondered what Hogwarts looked like from above the tree tops? It's really quite beautiful, the mountains and the lakes..." His clear blue gaze was steady on Chord, gleaming in the sunlight.

He figured he would try persuasion first.

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[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

Chord watched Rasmus as he spoke, not believing a word that was coming out of the other boy's mouth. What made him so sure he was going to like flying. Didn't he know that there was a reason he didn't like it? He liked his feet firmly on the ground, thank you.

"No. I'm not going to do it," he crossed his arms stubbornly. "I don't care about what the scenery looks like. I'm not a bird." Growing up around magic, yet terrified of flying on a broomstick. He'd never even had a tragic accident, either. But it was the thought of having one of those accidents that made him hesitant to even consider flying.

"You can fly. I won't stop you." he nodded his head as if to say 'get to it.' There was no way he was going to get on a broom and fly. It'd been so long, he would definitely fall.

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TAG - Rasmus
WORDS - 263
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MUSE - Great!
NOTES - Sorry it's short. >_<
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[RASMUS BLACKEBERG]

Rasmus should have expected such a reaction, and something inside of him bloomed stubbornly, a new level of desire of his goal. Chord would be flying, oh yes he would. The blonde Quidditch captain gave Chord a long look before blowing out a comically depressed sigh. "Aw." He said, shaking his head and looking to the sky, "You won't? Really? Whats so awful about flying?" Rasmus snuck a look at the other blonde, the ghost of a smirk tugging up the corners of his lips, "Not even with me?"

Chord scowled. Were they really having this conversation still? He should have just walked off by now. As a matter of fact, why didn't he? "I don't like it. I don't like heights. I don't like the idea of falling off my broom and dying." he informed him. "No, not even with you. I know you play Quidditch, you're probably the most dangerous of them all." He didn't catch the smile. "I'm leaving," he turned his back to Rasmus and started to walk.

Rasmus' gaze snapped back to the retreating back of the blonde Slytherin. "Oh no you don't." He murmured under his breath, sliding onto the broomstick and taking off after the blonde. Phase two of his plan. Physical coercion. Kidnapping...whatever you wanted to call it. With the agility of a quidditch player of the finest sort, he swerved around the blonde, a arm slipping around his narrow waist and hoisting him onto the side of the broom. "Better sit pretty if you don't want to fall off." He grinned, angling the broom upward, speeding into the clear blue of the crisp sky.


Chord never for one moment thought that Rasmus would do what he did. He screamed as he was grabbed and, at first tried to struggle, but the distance between himself and the ground was getting larger, and he gripped onto the broom and the boy in desperation. "YOU RETURN TO THE GROUND AND PUT ME BACK THIS INSTANT!" Chord shouted, his eyes shut tightly. He was actually beginning to tremble- and not with anger, but with fear.

Apparently Chord did not know Rasmus very well.Rasmus and Maja had once been the most trickiest of pranksters. Together they had terrorized in a way that had inspired fear into the heart of every mail man and delivery boy that knew their street. However Rasmus had never done anything maliciously or with the intention of hurting someone’s feelings before and he did not realize that next to him Chord had tensed up and was now shivering with fear. An arm was wrapped solidly around the boys middle, steadying him, while Rasmus’ other arm guiding the broom into it’s steady incline.

He had slowed them down a bit, and the wind whispered eagerly into their hair, brushing past them with it’s sweet softness. Rasmus caught a waft of a clean, lavender scent and devised that it had to be Chord’s shampoo. The day was glorious, the lake glittered underneath them like a dark jewel and the tops of the trees seemed to stretch for miles into the misty mountains in the horizon. Rasmus smiled and turned his attention back to Chord, suddenly realizing the boy was shaking from fear.

If he hadn't known he was dangling hundreds of feet above the ground, he would have found the breeze refreshing. It was so calm and peaceful, and yet he was utterly terrified. His grip on the broom had tightened to the point that his knuckles were turning white. "I'm scared... I don't want to fall..." he said in a soft, frightened voice. It was clearly visible just how terrified he was. His normal self-confident demeanor had been shattered in the face of one of his deepest fears. "I don't want to fall... I don't want to..." he looked at Rasmus, finally, daring to open his eyes.

Rasmus, who was more than at home up in the air, felt his stomach plunge at the look on Chord’s face. Now he felt nothing but a sharp sense of guilt, he really hadn’t realized this would that horrible to the other boy. When Chord had said he hated flying, Rasmus had not realized it had been because he was afraid of flying.

“You won’t fall.” He said reassuringly, his bright blue gaze softening, “I’ve got you….throw your other leg on the other side so that you can balance yourself better.” They glided smoothly, leisurely and steady. He was angry at himself, he had wanted to share something he loved so much with his new friend, but it seemed as though he had just made a mess of things.

Chord was too scared to come up with a witty response. He nodded numbly and clung to Rasmus and the broom as he re-adjusted his position. He did so without a slip, though he still seemed frightened. And now all he could see was the scenary unfold before him. It would have been magnificent, if not for the fact he was afraid of falling, the broom failing, or anything that could cause them to punge straight towards it. He looked back at Rasmus, gazing at the other boy with an unreadable expression, though he seemed deep in thought, so much so, that he didn't realize he was staring.

Rasmus had been concentrating on making them sail smoothly when he noticed with great clarity that Chord had turned slightly and was watching him. Guiltly his gaze met the other boys and he swallowed, "I'm sorry." He murmured, genuinely, "I didn't think....well if you want we can go back down." He was sure that Chord would have found the scenery beautiful, afterall seeing Hogwarts from a birdseye view was unlike anything, anything else in the world, but he had no intention of scaring the boy anymore.

Chord opened his mouth to speak, but then thought better of it. He looked back out at the scenary... then back to Rasmus. "N-no. It's okay..." he said, in barely a whisper. "But you can't let go. You can't let me fall," he didn't sound bossy, more like he was pleading. He was trusting Rasmus- moreso than he had trusted anyone. It was a frightening thought, even moreso than flying. Later on that day, when he was alone, he would think more on it, but for now, he didn't want to think anymore unpleasant thoughts.

"Of course not." Rasmus said, his voice gaining strength, "I would never do that." He felt a sudden flash of a protective nature and tightened his arm around the other boy's waist. A kind of real affection that he hadn't felt for anyone save his sister as well. Rasmus had not yet realized how important Chord had become to him until right now, at this very minute, seeing the boy this vulnerable and this exposed. It was like he was seeing the real Chord for the first time, the one that was somewhere hidden behind that aloof, haughty mask and dry sense of humor. Rasmus smiled, and the expression was almost sad, bitter-sweet. "Up here in the air.." He said, not really listening to himself as they circled back around to fly smoothly over the glistening black pearl of water beneath them, "Up here everything is different you know. No one to tell you what to do or where to go, it's like freedom."

Chord could feel Rasmus's body language change- feel himself pulled a bit closer. A blush rose to his pale cheeks, but he said nothing. In fact, he actually liked the close contact, and he didn't want to say anything that might ruin the moment. Without his fear, trusting Rasmus, he was able to clearly take in the scenary from above. "... It really is beautiful," he said, his voice still soft and quiet. He didn't feel as if he had to pretend, to put up his protective walls, to shout or defend himself against whatever might be trying to harm him. It felt nice... but it was too good to last. He knew that once they were back on the ground, he would become defensive once more.

"Flying helps me put things in perspective...sometimes seeing things from above can help to make them clearer." He added to his earlier sentiment, listening intently to the pitch and shift of the other boys voice. He even sounded different than usual, "Look." He said pointing at a tiny clearing in the trees, where a group of centaurs were moving between the trees."I've never seen them out during daylight." He mused, he pushed the broom a little faster, just slightly and grinned as a flock of birds passed, their calls carried toward the pair on the soft wind.

"Centaurs!" Chord gasped. He had a high amount of respect for the creatures. They were known to be excellent astronomers and diviners. He didn't believe that wizards gave them the credit they deserved for all of their knowledge. "Oh..." he glanced over in the birds' directions. "This is so surreal."

"It's great." Rasmus grinned almost wolfishly, blue eyes shining with happiness at seeing Chord loosen up and enjoy himself. Happy that he could see the beauty of this that Rasmus did. "Want to go a little faster?"

"S-sure..." he hesitated on his answer. But if he was trusting Rasmus, then he was trusting him to not try any outrageous tricks, either.

Rasmus smirked, his grip on the broom tightening, willing it forward and they sped along, inclining towards a large cloud and hanging there a moment before dropping, Rasmus still sure to keep the speed in check. He let out a wild sort of sound of abandon and turned them in a large arc, sailing high above the castle and circling around the astronomy tower.

The flight in itself ended up being spectacular, and when they landed on the ground, Chord was actually surprised to say that he hated that it had ended. He got off the broom and gave Rasmus a soft, genuine smile that slowly faded into a puzzled look, and then- his expression completely changed. "Don't ever kidnap me like that again!" his walls were back in place, but the slight blush to his cheeks and the determined look in his eyes showed that he was forcing it,because Rasmus had just seen a side of him even he hadn't known existed, and he didn't know what he was going to do now that the Hufflepuff had seen just how vulnerable he could really be. His only defense he knew was to adamantly protect himself in whatever way possible.

When they finally did land, it was with some sense of loss on Rasmus' part. He liked the Chord he had seen up there, circumnavigating the vast sea of sky above the Hogwarts grounds. Speaking of that sky, it had darkened slightly, thick clouds rolling in from the north, velvety, gradient silver-grey and heavy with rain. "It looks like it's going to rain." The blond Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain mused, looking skyward and sliding with ease off of the broom.

He stored it back in the lockers and came back to join Chord, looking the boy over and wanting to give a irritated/amused snort. What a stubborn person. Rasmus grinned though, "I guess our flight ended at just the right time, come on I'll walk you to your common room since you pointed out that both of ours are in that dingy dungeon."

So the two of them walked back up the sloping grounds, and into the castle, slipping inside just before the sky opened up and sent the rain down.