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Pokah Face 
Roderigo De Lacerda trotted down the verdant hills, walking towards the giant gate that bared the threshold to the Quidditch Pitch. The chilly Autumn wind stung his cheeks and whipped his robes about his legs. He walked through the gates and walked out onto the field. There weren't many people here, which made it more tolerable for him to practice his flying. Another gust of wind blew past him, chilling him more. The Nimbus Two Thousand and One was slung on his shoulder. Wishing he had worn more layers, he pulled out his wand with his free hand and summoned a scarf of blue and silver; Ravenclaw colors. He slackened his grip on the broom, allowing it to slide down his arm and land softly on the plush grass. Wrapping his scarf around his face and neck, he held his hand over the idle broom.
"Up," he muttered. The broom flew into his hand. Roderigo never really understood why it was so fascinating to see the broom zip into his hand, or anyone's for that matter. Shrugging at his muse, he mounted the broom, kicked off hard. He didn't allow himself to fly terribly high. Only a few feet, probably the height of an average seventh year. His eyes fluttered to the face of his watch; he was expecting his comrade, Theodore Dumble, to be arriving soon. While he waited, he lackadaisically flew around at a low height.
Trudging across the dewy grass, Theodore narrowed his eyes in the biting breeze that stung his nose with cold, making it turn red. One hand clutched the wood of the comet two sixty that he had borrowed from the school's broom cupboard and his other hand adjusted the Ravenclaw scarf on his neck. Out of all of the days for he and Roderigo to practice for quidditch try-outs,
this had to be it? The sky was gloomy, the wind was vicious, and the weather as a whole definitely wasn't helping Theodore overcome his anxiety in relation to heights and sports. Looking up, he saw his curly-haired friend in the distance.
Raising his free hand, Theodore waved and made an effort to smile, although all he felt like doing was sitting in front of the warm fireplace in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Nearing the fellow Ravenclaw, he spoke up, "Hey! Erm, what do you think of letting me watch you practice?" Roderigo had much more quidditch experience than Theo did, so it only seemed logical.