Adrian watched the gold plummet, in horror. With a split second of hesitation, he pondered the benefit of chasing the coin. It was highly unlikely that he would be injured, especially with Draco watching so avidly. Without thinking any further on the matter, Adrian shoved the hand highest on the broom downwards with his body weight. It turned, nearly flipping him off his mount. The sudden direction change was nauseating, as well as the sudden acceleration. He blinked rapidly, searching for the falling coin desperately.
He caught up to the falling coin in seconds utilizing the broom's spectacular speed Adrian hadn't realized how high the two had ascended; his sudden dive still granted him plenty of time to pull out of the movement.
Draco was at his side instantly, "Not bad." Draco appraised with good intent.
Adrian glared and exhaled through his nose slowly to quell his churning stomach, "I don't think Quidditch is for me."
"Shame, you have a good build for seeker, although terrible posture. Maybe you could be my understudy."
Adrian threw the galleon at Draco's head.
They kept up at it for an exhaustingly long while, until Adrian's ears were burning from the sudden climbs and falls through the air. Draco's eyes were looking red. They hadn't brought any of the protective goggles.
Once Adrian got past investing his trust in a stick of enchanted wood, flying was amazing.
He wondered why they hadn't created a spell for flying without the aid of a creature or a broom. The ability to twist in the air unaided like a thunderbird would be something of legends.
The duo landed, Adrian stumbling more so than Draco. Adrian received his money from Theo and Daphne, counting it absentmindedly on the palm of his wind torn hand.
He was still enclosed in the dizzying exhilarating of flying, the blinding rush that falling unaided somehow triggered. His stomach wasn't following the same sort of euphoria; in fact, it was protesting loudly to his recklessness in sick murmurs and short acting cramps.
"You've flown before," Daphne mentioned calmly. Too calmly.
Adrian hadn't caught it, mind struggling out of its trance. Daphne tilted her head curiously, eyes wide in innocent fascination. "Were you better than your brother?"
"Merlin no, I-" Adrian cut off, sharply, his tone and word faltering as rapidly as he had said them. His mind caught up, snapping into its state of normal awareness as he registered her question.
Oh, Merlin no.
Theo's eyes widened as he looked between the two in shock, "But I thought you were an orphan?"
The tension flying had released returned with the viciousness of an entrapped cobra.
Draco stepped between the pureblood and Adrian. He raised his wand subtly, in a pointed warning. "This isn't the time or the place..."
There was an indiscernible sound in the distance, growing louder in its repetitiveness. A single form raced down from the castle, repeating Draco's name over and over.
Millicent's eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and excitement, like a child caught smuggling something dangerous. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily, repeating over and over her mantra as she grew closer.
"Breathe," Draco sighed, looking shrewdly unsettled by her composure, "What do you want?"
"They found another frozen! But this time it's a kid!" She gasped out between heavy pants.
"What?" Daphne gasped, hand flying to her mouth in surprise, "A student?"
"A Gryffindor first year," Millicent nodded, looking very pleased despite her exhaustion, "The kid who took photos. Get this- his camera? It melted."
Theo looked alarmed and looked at Adrian with growing dread, "You know any monster that does that?"
Adrian blinked and shook his head, in surprise. His head struggled to catch up, drawing a blank under the expectant expressions. "A- A Zorono? A persian dragon...any drawings of it will combust but this?" Adrian trailed off awkwardly, nearly flushing in embarrassment. He truly didn't know any sort of beast that damaged magical film.
Theo gulped, and Adrian felt annoyingly helpless.
"We're Slytherin's, right?" Theo hopefully contributed, "So it won't attack Slytherin students, yeah?"
Once again, eyes were on him for answers to something he didn't know.
"I don't know-"
Adrian paused and felt a disgustingly surreal sensation of something sliding out of his skin.
"I've sent a letter to my father," Draco sniffed, "I haven't gotten an owl back."
"Neither I." Pansy scowled, tapping her foot against the ground impatiently.
Adrian tried not to squirm as he felt something emerge completely out of his waist; it encircled his body twice before it moved towards and around his thigh.
"On the bright side," Millicent spoke up, having finally regained her breath, "I heard Lockhart is making a duelling club,"
"Are you serious?" Draco blinked, before his eyes alit with something devious, "Chances to mess with the Gryffindors? Oh, this will be memorable."
"Gotta stock up on humiliating spells," Theo chimed in, wriggling in place excitedly. His anxiety behind the attack had vanished, or at least seemed to be repressed.
"I'd love to see Potter barf slugs." Pansy sighed dreamily, clinging to Draco's arm with a malicious grin.
Millicent looked grudgingly at Adrian, "You know any good spells?"
Adrian's mind whirred quickly. Spells, he knew spells.
Something embarrassing or humiliating...something that would take a considerable amount of time to reverse…
Slowly a smile spread across his face. It was disconcertingly dark, "I have an idea actually."
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