Riley decided to go into the broomshed because isn't that what guys did. They liked to play with their toys. Stepping inside he wrinkled his nose a little...ugh stinks of polish. He was startled to find that he was not the only one in here. "Hey dude what's up?" oh for the love of Merlin that just sounded stupid.

Celandine had been pleased with her success so far- but wanted more of a challenge. Unfortunately for her that meant pulling out all the stops; she was wearing...pants...and boy was she uncomfortable.

With her jaw and her nose transfigured to look much more masculine- or at least as masculine as an eleven year old boy was likely to look- and her hair short and spiked- so short and spiked in fact that she felt like a hedgehog, Celandine opened the door to the broomshed and entered, immediately noticing she wasn't alone.

She headed to where the brooms were kept and unerringly reached for her brothers broom- the modified racing broom he used to be so proud of.

Morgan looked up from his book as his eyes fell on a blond boy he didnt recognize "Its always up" he grinned wondering if the boy will get the joke. He offered his hand and introduced himself "The name's Morgan."





Morgan glanced over the boy's shoulder just in time to see another blond boy enter the shed and reach for a broom confidently. He called out "Is that your broom?" It looked really good, special even.

Cela-as-boy ignored the other boy that entered; feeling a slight twitch of the stone around her neck but ignoring it- boys didn't wear girly necklaces after all.

"Why else would I come down here and grab it?" Cela-as-boy asked, raising her/his eyebrow in a very Nico-like gesture. Also she had realised that speaking quietly was the best way to hide her voice- that and the fact that there aren't a huge number of differences between the voice of an eleven year old girl and that of a boy around the same age.

thinking for a second she realised these were just students; she could lie to them, in the way she wouldn't with a Professor or a Prefect.

Being extra careful not to slide around, she sauntered to a seat and began to polish the broom lovingly.

Riley laughed at that. "Riley Jamieson" the name just flowed off his tongue with ease. He shook Morgan's hand with about as firm grip as he could seeing how is hands were still quite feminine. "Which one is yours?" he asked gesturing to the brooms in the room.

Riley's eyebrows shot up when he noticed the other boy and he gave a small smirk as he felt a slight warmth on his chest. He too ignored the other boy seeing how he didn't want to give his game away too early.

Morgan shrugged and replied "Oh who knows, some guys walk in here, spots a broom they like, takes it out for a spin or....." he said as he watches the blond boy polishing it like it was the only thing that mattered in the world "..... fantasizes that its theirs."

Cela-as-boy spoke without looking up.

"Riley and Morgan are girly names."

she/he continued to polish the racing broom; smirking slightly as she/he remembered the last time she had been allowed to fly it.

"What makes you think it isn't mine?" Cela-as-boy practically spluttered; actually quite enjoying this.

Riley burst out laughing at that comment. "Hey you gotta look after it or it won't work properly" he said with a rather smug look on his face.

"Oh really and what's your name then" Riley inquired. "Don't recall you introducing yourself there mate."

Cela thought for a second before deciding to just go for it. Using the stone around her neck to push the semi-lie to make it more believable, Cela answered,

"Its Andy," she managed it in a tone that said they should know that, " Haven't seen either of you around; in classes or anything."

Holding up the broom, 'Andy' continued, "And I can prove its mine since it has an anti-theft charm on it and only the owner," and his little sister, "can ride it. If you don't believe me go ahead and try flying it yourself." 'Andy' offered, knowing the broom would throw them off instantly.

"Pleased to meet you Riley" Morgan replied in a fair tenor voice. He pursed his lips and gave a small shake of his head "None, first years arent allowed to bring one" he said as he glanced at the other blond boy polishing the special broom. He figured the boy couldnt be any older than him adding his belief that the boy was a joy rider.



Morgan scowled as glared at the boy through narrowed eyes. "I dont know from which hole you crawled out from bub, but where I'm from Morgan is a proud, strong, masculine name, always had been."

He looked down at the broom then back at the blond boy's face "Well for one thing, you're a little young to have a broom that good. Besides I dont see your name on it." Nevemind the fact that he hasnt given his name.




Morgan "Yeah probably need a security lock on it too." he said as he kept his eye suspiciously at the other boy.

Riley rolled his eyes. "Yeah and that's not girly at all" he continued to polish the broomstick wondering who the hell it belong to because they were now going to have a really nice shiny broom. "Must not have been looking to hard then, I've been around" he muttered.

"Why would I want to fly your broom when I have one of my own" which is not here but in my dorm. He eyed the younger boy warily hoping he wasn't going to dare him to fly this broom.

Riley chuckled. "Probably...because all the girls want to ride it" omg did he just say that.

Morgan guffawed Andy? and this git had the gall to make fun of his name? "Well Andy, I like to make myself felt, not seen." he countered, still keeping his narrowed glare at him. "I'm not gonna ride your broom, you just said it has an anti-theft charm." he said as he scowled even further Does this guy think I'm actually that stupid?



Morgan raised his brow "They would? I thought girls hated doing rough stuff like flying?"

Oo-err....Celandine was going to need some help; thinking hard she focussed on her stone and was surprised to feel Robert was actually kind of nearby. She opened her eyes and glared at this Morgan kid, with a very male glare.

Snorting inelegantly and completely ungirl like 'Andy' glared at the other two.
"I'm a second year." 'Andy' said, playing up the angry Nico/Robert card. "And I don't need to put my name on it; like I said it won't work for anyone else."

Celandine was actually completely glad at that point that Nico would never mark his things- believing it would make them worth less.

"A girl couldn't ride this broom." Andy replied, "And neither could you."

inside, Cela cringed; unused to being so mean and surprised at how realistic it sounded.

"Well you obviously don't hang around the same kind of girls I do" Riley retorted. Merlins pants...what was that?


Riley's eyebrows shot up again. "Are you trying to challenge me to ride that broom?" please say no, I beg of you. Kayla was starting to wonder if this had been a good idea, she was seriously way in over her head here.

Andy shot a level look at the boy; wondering how an older student could clearly be so....stupid when the other one...Morgan...figured it out pretty fast.

"I'm not trying to do anything; I already know that you can't, so whats the point?" Andy spoke disdainfully before standing up and placing the broom on the floor.

He stepped forward and stood on the broom, jumping skateboard style and it lifted into the air under his feet. Internally Celandine sighed with pleasure; the broom was so perfectly balanced it was easy for her to do this- although she did have to balance on her heels so that she wouldn't slip off with her glisseo'd shoesies.

Idly she wondered if anyone would be amused to know that Cela does tricks.

"Make yourself felt?" 'Andy' asked with his arms folded; still balancing in the air. "Whatever, kid."

Andy jumped off the broom and caught it with his right hand- being ultra careful not to reveal the tell-tale scar on his/her left. With that he sat down, ready to continue polishing the broom.

Morgan shrugged again and focused back on his book and the broom in his hand. "Hey whatever dude. If that's really yours then thats great. If that aint yours and the real owner walks in here and sees you holding that, I have free front side seats to a boxing match."
He scowled as he cocked his towards Andy "You take that charm off to make it safe for flying and I'll show you that the only girl around this place is currently holding that broom."




Morgan brow raised interested. "What kind of girls do you hang around with?"

Flip-flop flip-flop

The sound of his sandals preceded his entrance to the broomshed. The door was opend with one hand, before the boy entered with a confident stride.

Flip-

He wasn't expecting to see anybody else here. Was this the new hang out for the cool kids and he wasn't informed? Why didn't anyone inform him of these things.

Flop

Helios' cloudy blue eyes looked about as his hands gently grasped the undone tie around his neck.

Flip-flop

The boy prince took another step inside, trying to remember where he stashed his broom.

The temper flared very quickly as it always did when she was being pushed and her hand brushed her wand ever so slightly. Taking a deep breath and composing herself again.

Watching the kid balance on the broom, Riley merely grunted. "No point at all" he agreed amicably.

Seems your little Scorpion is starting show through Kayla thought
grimly.

"Hmph...wouldn't you like to know" he replied still looking at the other boy with a small scowl on his face.

Kayla looked up when someone else walked into the shed and the colour drained from her face when she recognised the person entering. She definitely knew that this was a real boy. Turning slightly away from the newcomer so that she wasn't face on with him. "Hey how you doin?" Riley asked.

"Not likely," Cela as Andy replied; knowing Nico wasn't going to come down here anytime soon, "I'm not stupid- theres no- way i'm taking the charm off it." aaaaand no way that she could....

She continued polishing the broom, slightly annoyed that Nico hadn't been taking care of it at all- the thing was taking alot of elbow grease.

Cela as Andy looked up at the odd looking boy and instantly felt uneasy; with no idea why.

"Hi." 'Andy' said eventually- acknowledging the new boy; before busying himself with broomcare.

Morgan looked up at Andy, impressed with his sense of balance but tried very hard not to show it "You obviously are into theatrics, jumping up and down there like a circus performer. I like a bit more of a subtle approach." he said coolly as he focused his attention again on the school broom.

Vindictus was in a foul mood after spending the past two weeks in a heated debate with various members of the IQC and the Ministry. Plus he ran into his least favorite person on earth. Not a pleasant two weeks at all.

The door to the shed creaked open and the cross Quidditch instructor grumbled at the sound of students chatting away happily in his shed. "So who brought the tea and cookies and why wasn't I invited?" he asked. It was clear to everyone from the sound of his voice that he was irritated.

Celandine as Andy shot an odd look at the other boy and belatedly realised something fairly important.

Cela grinned- with Andy's face sure- but it was definitely Cela's grin.


"Fair enough." 'Andy' replied, "I can show you some time if you like." 'Andy' added quietly; as Robert stopped 'helping' her and she didn't feel quite so....angry and testosteroney any longer.

Cela's eyes widened and she realised if she didn't reveal herself she might be forced to go through to the boys side and then really get in trouble.

"Sorry, sir." she said; still with the transfiguration in effect; 'Andy''s face. Her eyes were her own though; so similar to her brother- Nicholai's. Celandine wondered if the flying professor had actually seen her brother with his broom; if so she might as well confess.

screwing up her face she pointed her wand at herself; casting finite.

"Just doing transfiguration homework, sir." she smiled nervously, "And polishing this broom."

Oh crap Kayla thought this just keeps getting better. "Sorry about that Professor" Riley replied in his somewhat fake deep voice. "Just making sure my brooms well groomed" er...was that even the right thing to say.

Morgan's eyes fell towards the door as it opened to let another boy in. He figured the Broomshed was testosterone territory. He watched the boy carefully as the boy seemed to be trying to recollect something.


Morgan's eyes grew large as the door opened again to allow the Flying Instructor in. Oh no, Professors. It wasnt exactly his plan to run into one, specially not today. "Uh, sorry sir, I was just reading this here book on broom care and used one of the fine school brooms as a specimen." he said courteously, trying to appease the mercurial Flying Instructor.