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Sierra laughed a little as Kennedy fumbled over his comment on her beater's arm. "You can say it's mean mean," she said. "It makes me feel more powerful." She gave him a playful expression on that note. She didn't need power, but at 5'3" and just at a hundred points, she needed to seem fierce out there on that field. "I'm not the tallest and biggest of players, you know." Blushing a little, but only from being complimented by her crush, she added, "Thanks, though. I'm interested to see you play now. You're not going to show me up, are you?" Another joke.
"Tomorrow's good. I'll meet you down there right after dinner," she said. Now. That was all set. OH MY MERLIN. Had she really just made plans to meet up with Kennedy Escalante? She wanted to add that he should come alone, but there was really no other way to do that without sounding awkward.
She glanced down and absentmindedly watched him cross his legs at his ankles. "I'm not used to talking about my feelings," she said, meaning how revealing she was being with her past. "...but it's coming a little easier now that I've told you a little about what happened. My biological mom's not around anymore, and really, I'm glad she isn't. I've got another mom now who's wonderful." Her only real mom as far as she was concerned.
Then Kennedy started talking about his summer, and Sierra looked over at him with another shocked expression. "Really?" she asked. She thought her life was the only one that was dysfunctional. It was comforting in a weird sort of way to know that it wasn't. "So...what...happened?" He obviously didn't mind talking about it, since he'd brought it up.
Kennedy had done the whole awkward self explanatory speech because he didn't want to offend her, but the girl wanted him to say mean mean, so he would.
"Okay then, you have a mean beater's arm," he said. He should have just stuck with that in the beginning. Kennedy had the urge to nod. He could see that she wasn't the tallest or biggest of players, but it wasn't always about that.
"Height and size don't matter as much as determination." And as far as he's seen she had plenty of it. Then he grew nervous. No one has seen him play except back home and he didn't need to prove himself either, but he managed to hide his anxiety and instead grinned. "
Me? No, not unless I break a leg or something." Really, if he could walk on both legs then he was going to be there. Plus, the only one this meeting benefited was him, right?
He nodded. Tomorrow he would show Sierra his Quidditch skills. Hopefully the pitch would be empty just in case he made a fool of himself. On the good side, he was going to be busy instead of thinking of things he didn't want to think of.
The Prefect grinned again. It made him feel better that he wasn't the only Slytherin used to not talking about their feelings. Some times he thought he was just strange, apparently not. His eyebrows knitted together as he remembered something that's been nudging him since Sierra mentioned her mom. His eyebrows rose and he said,
"Professor Lafay is your...mom." He's heard rumors about Lafay marrying Sierra's father, but Kennedy never really believed in gossip. Most of the time it wasn't true.
At her shocked expression Kennedy mentally scolded himself. She might not see kidnapping as a good thing since her experience hadn't been the same as his.
"My father was awarded my custody so I moved in with him after last term. I've never met him, so as one could imagine it was weird." Weird was an understatement. The man was insane.
"My godfather, Xavier, and father are brothers...so Xavier knew his ways and with assistance 'kidnapped' me." That's how his father had put it when he saw him again before boarding the train.
"I know it sounds weird, but just like you prefer your new mom I prefer my godfather." It was probably something hard to understand, especially the way he sped through it, but there were bits that even confused him to the point that he couldn't recall some of those events.