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The slow smile spreading across Calliope's face was enough to tell Ariel that her little maneuver had been received exactly as intended. Not that there had been any particular intention behind it, obviously. She had simply needed to get from one side of Calliope to the other, and beneath her had happened to be the most efficient route.
Her own eyebrows lifted at the accusation. "Would that be such a bad thing, Barrington?" Ariel returned, matching the brunette's tone.
As Calliope edged closer, Ariel didn't give up an inch. If anything, she shifted subtly toward her, allowing the space between their shoulders to shrink until there was hardly any at all. Brown eyes dipped briefly toward Calliope's hand on the broom before returning to her face.
"I wouldn't say no to a demonstration."
The words had barely left Ariel's mouth before Calliope was gone.
Ariel's head tipped back as she watched the brunette shoot upward, eyes tracking her through the roll and then the tight corkscrew downward. The redhead slowed her own broom almost to a hover, apparently content to give Calliope the audience she'd asked for. Ariel's grin widened.
Then came that glance over Calliope's shoulder.
Oh. Definitely an invitation.
Ariel flattened herself over her broom and accelerated. The constant rush of dry air threatened to desiccate her lips, but Ariel hardly noticed. The gap between them vanished rapidly. Rather than simply pulling alongside Calliope, Ariel swept upward until she was several feet above her, then rolled smoothly upside down. For several seconds she matched Calliope's path from above, red hair hanging toward the pitch while she craned her head just enough to look down at her.
"Is that all the demonstration I get?"
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