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@Hengist Warbeck
With exhilarated speed, Emma skipped down to the Quidditch Pitch, her black backpack bobbing simultaneously on her back. After a month or so of bothering Hengist, she had finally gotten him down to the Pitch for a race. It was unlike her to confront a stranger to a race, but after witnessing an unbelievable save in class, he wasn't just a stranger, especially not to the sport. He didn't look like the type to play sports, but that didn't trouble her. She knew that he was rather shy though that only made her strive harder to get him on the field. With talent like his, it made her question why trying out for the Quidditch team next year wasn't a thought in his mind; he was a brilliant keeper, and that was last year.

Not a class went (of course before and after class) by that she didn't pester him regarding the save he made, and no night went by that she didn't ask him the same question. He simply had to join the Quidditch team, even if it was by peer pressure.

Although it wasn't like Emma to bet, she just couldn't resist the urge. If her incessant pestering and annoyance hadn't worked, this had to. It was all she had left before she resorted back to asking him the repeated question in the common room and even during classes if she had to. Without taking consideration of his emotions, she couldn't help but smile and spin around, thrusting up miniature pebbles all while doing so. It had been a while since she got on a school broom. The last time she had been transferred to the Hospital Wing by a first-year student that turned her cheeks red with embarrassment. 

"C'mon! Will you hurry up?" The brunette called out to him, a few feets ahead as she galloped to the door. After the last accident, she couldn't wait to get on a broom, drowning the voice of panic with positive thoughts and lots of pressure. With the entrance of the Pitch just feet away, she increased her speed and didn't look back until she got to the door. 

The bet was simple. If Emma won then, because of peer pressure, Hengist would join the team, or at least try out for it. If Hengist won, her silence would be exchanged for the team tryouts; her bugging would halt and things would return to normal, though there were many things she could find to ask him. As she waited for him to arrive, she wandered around the Pitch multiple times before returning back to her original spot. She was excited, but not just for the race for tryouts as well. This was just a little warm up to get her started. The race hadn't even begun yet, but even this seemed extremely competitive for her., she didn't want to be arrogant, however. Needless to say, she was a remarkably competitive person that didn't mind showing off when she competed against her friends. As soon as his feet hit the grass of the Quidditch Pitch, she began to talk, leaping around with almost every word that issued from her mouth. "Do you remember the terms? I'm so excited!" 
Last edited by Emma Hill on 6th June 2019, 5:10 am, edited 2 times in total.

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

He really wished it hadn't come to this. Hengist had no idea why this girl would not just leave him alone, why she couldn't take no for an answer. Ever since that scrimmage Quidditch game during first year to get students more comfortable maneuvering on a broom, she just wouldn't stop asking him to join the team. It doesn't matter how much he insisted that he had no real interest in Quidditch, how he only did what was required of him in class, she relented. Even his own sister, who couldn't even watch him play, told him he should. "It's good for you to get out of your comfort zone," she told him in a letter just last month. That was the only reason he agreed to this bet.

Still, Hengist was dragging his feet. Even though she kept singing his praises about what he did last year, he still wasn't fully confident with his broom skills. It was one of the few subjects in school he wasn't really excited about. He figured that as long as he was able to ride, why bother with more? The girl yelled back at him, "C'mon! Will you hurry up?" He didn't answer, or speed up. He agreed to the race, not to be enthusiastic about it. She'll get her race, whether he wants it or not it seemed. Still, the prospect of being able to spend his time in peace, without worrying about being annoyed about Quidditch was worth the risk.

"Do you remember the terms?" she asked once he got to the pitch, "I'm so excited!" 'Good for you' he thought, but said "Of course I remember the terms, I was just about to ask if you do." With how relentless this girl had been, Hengist didn't exactly trust her at her word. He wondered if he should've gotten a teacher involved in the agreement, but figured it wasn't worth any of their time. Or worse, they would not let them have this race at all, making the harassment never end. Still, if he won, he could always remind her that he won the bet if she returned to asking him. And if that didn't work, there was always the threat of a jinx. He decided to stall for as long as possible and asked her, "Do you mind if I find a decent broom and take a few practice laps?" After all, he wasn't a rich student and didn't have his own broom yet, needing to use a school broom - many of which were known to be notoriously touchy.

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

If Emma was giving off an annoying vibe, she obviously couldn't tell. Being the obstinate person she was, it was nearly improbable for her to simply give up in this circumstance. Sure, being stubborn could be a good thing! She was much too caught up in her own thoughts and emotions to even give a moment's thought of what was going on inside of his head. Maybe it was the race that pumped excitement in her blood, or simply just the thought of getting on a broom again.

"You know I don't believe that. I made the bet," she laughed before entering the Pitch. Without mentioning the lack of words from her, she simply sped up while retaining the radiant smile on her face. Assuming that worry took the words out of him, not a word sprung out of her mouth until they reached the Quidditch Pitch. That wasn't a long time. "Yeah sure, why not?" The brunette nodded and walked over to a nearby wall and sat down to relax in the sun. She watched fly back and forth, around the pitch as she began to fidget with the grass underneath her, absentmindedly. A minute had passed... three minutes... five minutes. She was beginning to get extremely impatient. Watching him fly around the pitch was almost as boring as watching a clock's hand make its way around it. This was certainly nothing like the scene she had witnessed last year. It was like it never seemed to end and she was much too enthusiastic to watch him practice for the minutes that seemed like hours.

"Umm, are you done?" She shouted at the top of her lungs, almost screaming to get his attention in the air. Height and speed definitely influenced the range at which her roar could be heard. Listening for a response, she wandered over to the broom tower and opened the door, proceeding to grab a broom of her own. She didn't take off yet. Waiting impatiently on the grass, she tapped her foot and waited for him to come back. The bristles of broom were pointed towards the sky to ensure that she didn't damage them by pivoting the broom by using the hairs. This didn't stop her from running her hand over the hairs. Finally, he came down. "Took you long enough."

"Anyway, ready to join the team?" Emma kidded (sort of), swinging her available arm at her side.  Maybe she was kidding just a little bit, but she wasn't going to go easy on him. She was just going to have to try her hardest and hope for the best outcome. She couldn't wait to hop on to her broom and just fly. "Good luck!"

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

Not waiting for her response, Hengist started for and rummaged through the broom closet. Luck was not with him today as the first broom he grabs seemed to be one of the better school brooms he's seen. Or maybe luck was with him. He was unsure of how to feel. Nervous was the closest word he could come up with, though it wasn't quite right. As little as he cared for competition, he really didn't want to lose. He was suddenly glad he asked for some practice time.

With his choice of broom, Hengist took off. First, he took a couple of laps at a comfortable speed to get the feel of the broom. It felt comfortable and responsive. Next, he tried some quick speed ups from slow or stopped. Not bad, it had some get up and go, but not so much that he felt unstable. Third was testing top speed and distance at speed. Not knowing what he was up against, he felt that this speed should be adequate. Lastly, he wanted to test turning at speed. Here is where he felt unconfident. His turns felt wide and not fully controlled. At this point, he heard a faint yell from the ground,
"Umm, are you done?"
He hadn't realized how long he was taking. He really didn't mean to take this long. He guessed this broom would have to do as he didn't think she would agree to any more time. She seemed impatient enough as it is, so he returned to the ground.
"Took you long enough. Anyway, ready to join the team?"
she jested as Hengist landed. "Not going to happen," he replied. He said it without even thinking, which surprised him. His responses were usually well thought out before said, but this came out almost instinctively. Maybe he could use this newfound instinct, he thought.
"Good luck!"
she said as they squared off. "Same to you," he replied.

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

When Hengist eventually came to the ground, she swung her legs across her adopted broom and kept her feet on the ground, waiting to advance off of the ground and get the race started once they were in the air. If she was being straightforward, she didn't really know how the race was going to happen, but for the sake of keeping things short, she determined that one lap around the Pitch was quite enough. After the second one, things would begin to get quite repetitive and she wanted to keep the race as brief as possible. Events could have turned out for the better or for the worst if more than two laps were performed and she didn't want to take that chance.

"Mhm. We'll see about that," Emma shrugged, a sly smile on her face. "Let's do just one lap, and make it simple. Keep up if you can!" 

After saying those words, the brunette pushed off the ground and began to rise higher and higher until the banners of the Pitch were at her level and the torches inside of the school could be seen from even at her distance. The ascension of her flight was all she wanted to warm up, no extra accessories like quaffles and snitches were needed, for they weren't going to be using them during the race.

Emma simply had to win. Sure, it was mostly about getting him on the team, but a race was a race and stubborn and competitive did not go well together. Losing to another girl was one thing, but she wasn't going to lose to him and listen to him brag for the entire year while there was nothing she could do but sit and listen. For her sake, she assumed that he wouldn't do so, because it was exactly what she was going to be doing. She just hoped that he could constantly take it.

This time, it didn't take long for Hengist to reach her height. When the two were lined up (she was sure to make sure that no one had the advantage), she gave the ground one more looked down and trusted that despite the budding rivalry, he's still be there to catch her. "Ready?" She called out to him over the wind.

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

After wishing her luck, Emma's response was typical.
"Mhm. We'll see about that. Let's do just one lap, and make it simple. Keep up if you can!"
Hengist thought one lap might be a bit too short for a race, but he figured any longer would give him a disadvantage based on his broom's performance during his earlier practice with it. In fact, only one lap should be just what he needed to win this. "One lap? Sounds perfect." After his response, she took to the air. Hengist followed. She kept rising until she was about even with the banners of the pitch.

'Oh, I'll do more than keep up' Hengist thought as they both elevated. He had to win this. He simply did NOT want to have to deal with school work, his extracurricular interests and Qudditch. And her incessant pleading and bugging were too distracting to stay as status quo. No, neither one of those were an option; the only acceptable outcome for him was to win. Win and put all this annoyance behind him. Never have to hear Emma's bothering again; he wouldn't even hold it above her head (much). He just wanted things to go back to how they were before.

As this all ran through his head, simultaneously pumping him up and worrying him at the same time, he reached the level where Emma had stopped. They paused here as she seemed to survey the area they'd be racing. They lined up and both paused, the weight of what was about to take place feeling like anvils on both of their brooms. She broke the deafening silence by asking
"Ready?"
"Thought you'd never ask. Shall we count down from five together so there's no tricks?" He still didn't fully trust her due to how long she'd been pestering him, though at this point she seemed fully and genuinely desiring of a fair race. "5..."

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

Reducio
Double posting and god-modding with permission from Emma Hill
Emma and Hengist together: "4...3...2...1...GO!"
Upon yelling 'GO' together, both of the second years sped off. Both seemed to turn off their thinking minds, working off instinct and a need to win. At first, both seemed fairly even. However, about halfway through the first straightaway, Hengist seemed to be pulling ahead significantly. Emma saw this and pushed harder, but by the time they were approaching the first turn, she was more than a broom behind.

They both took the turn almost perfectly, but Hengist's broom turned a bit wider than Emma's, which lost him some ground (or air). By the time they were through the turn, Emma was only a hair's breadth behind. Emma noticed this and knew how she could win. She figured Hengist would pull ahead again during the second straightaway, but positioned herself in a way that he would have to turn wider than she would. She would take that opportunity to pull ahead enough to win.

Meanwhile, Hengist's busy mind started to take over again. Noticing he lost a bit of his lead during the turn, a thought at the back of his mind bothered him; 'what happens if it's too close for us to agree on a winner?' This nagging thought distracted him ever so slightly and he didn't pull ahead of Emma on this straightaway as much as the first one. Catching himself, he looked behind him and noticed that she was right on his bristles and slightly to his left. Suddenly, he knew what she was doing. She had seen that his broom, while a bit faster than her's, didn't handle turns quite as well. He had to pull ahead and deprive her of a better turning position.

Unfortunately, he simply didn't have the time. When he turned back, the turn was upon him and he instinctively slowed down just enough to be able to handle the turn. This pause was just enough for Emma to get ahead of him. This made him more resolved and sped up again, but this caused him to turn far too wide. By the time they were both through the turn, Emma was at least a broom and a half ahead of him. The race wasn't quite done after the turn, but Emma started celebrating anyway, raising her hands in the air. Hengist thought he might be able to take advantage of this. He pushed harder than he ever had before and definitely closed the gap, but there just wasn't enough room left. They crossed the banners where they had started, Emma a good half broom ahead.

He couldn't deny it. He had lost. She had won. While it was quite close, it wasn't nearly close enough to call the outcome into question. As little as he wanted to lose or join the team, Hengist was honest enough to admit defeat. "Wow, good job," he said, "I guess that's that."

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

Although her competitive demeanor had mostly taken over, she determined she wasn't going to cheat during the race, this time at least. She couldn't say the same for next time. So she was a bit of a sore loser, there was only one plausible outcome of the race and it ending up with the two joining the Quidditch team grudgingly or voluntarily. At the commanding word, Emma simply thought it was over. She had chosen a broom that was no match to his in a race and Hengist was already a foot ahead of her, but it didn't take her long to analyze the positives and the negatives of each broom. Perhaps it was her luck, or maybe she just didn't know what she was doing at all. After all, she had picked a random broom, it was only her knowledge that supported her in the end. 

The training pitch was immense, there was no denying it. She only wondered how large the diameter of the actual pitch would be once she stepped foot in it whether it was to watch or even play in one of the competitions. She didn't want to seem too optimistic, but there was always the chance she'd be observing the events from the sideline.
 
With the race started and Hengist undoubtedly in the lead, her eyes narrowed somewhat and she leaned forward on her broom, daring to fall off in the process without a concern in her mind. Finally, a turn was approaching and she didn't let the moment go to waste. Without exaggerating or reducing her speed, she hoped her strategy had been at least partially correct to enable her to take the lead. Partially correct wasn't going to get her anywhere.

Quickly glancing behind her, the brunette saw he was a great distance away. However, this great distance was about five feet. Ordinarily, this distance would have been nothing but this was a race and every inch counted. Sixty inches was quite a lot. She pumped a fist in the air and soon raised both of her hands in the air, performing a dangerous move until she crossed their starting point that also functioned as a finish line. She was way too occupied to notice him closing the distance between them but before she knew it, they were nearly parallel to each other. Thankfully she was able to cross their starting point before he had the opportunity to take the lead.

She lowered her broom to the ground and instantly dismounted with a grin, dropping the broom silently on the patch of grass. It wasn't long before she began to speak. "Sooo. What position are you going to try out for?" She questioned in a know-it-all type of manner.

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

The race over and decided, they both descended back down to the ground. Hengist felt both anger and frustration, more with himself than with Emma. If he'd never gave in and agreed to this race, it's possible that she would've given up her pestering and found someone else for the house team. But no, his annoyance got the better of him and now he had to join. Emma, cocky as ever, sarcastically asked,
"Sooo. What position are you going to try out for?"
This question added insult to injury, but Hengist did his best not to let it show. "You know full well. It's not like you haven't been bothering me to be keeper for the last who knows how long." It wasn't a successful attempt. Still, he'd made the agreement, so there was no going back now. There goes a very large chunk of his free time.

At this moment, he decided to shove it in Emma's face and do the absolute best he possibly could. He knew, however, that he'd need to train on his broom skills. "When and where do I need to be for tryouts? Might as well make the best of this..." He asked this so he could figure out how long he has to get better on a broom. If he was being forced to do this, he was going to be the best he possibly could. Even if it's exactly what this cocky girl wanted.

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

That smile never seemed to leave her face. It elevated her with pleasure and satisfaction to know that he'd be trying out in a few weeks, that is if he kept his promise. She didn't suspect there would be a turn of events or even a few excuses, but for now, she didn't mind and only wished for the best. Besides, even if he didn't try out, the race was still pretty fun and she was looking forward to competing in more of them. Quidditch wasn't all racing, but it was pretty close and more.

Somewhat self-absorbed, she spoke again, her smile widening with every word. "I know, I know. It's about time honestly." It was quite unintentional the way her words came out. Arrogant and impatient was not how the brunette wanted to be seen, but she just couldn't help herself. Finally, it was about time the season began.

Emma was taken by surprise when she heard the question about Quidditch issue from his direction, it was the same person speaking. To be honest, she had no clue of when tryouts were. She wasn't the one hosting them, though it would have seemed amazing and given her a sense of authorization. Whether there was a poster in the common room or even the entrance hall, she hadn't noticed, but that was not the answer she wanted to give. "Next week, I don't know? There's gotta be a sign hanging up somewhere though."

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

"I know, I know. It's about time honestly."
That smile still hadn't left her face. 'Why is she so smug?!' Hengist thought. In fact, her smile only widened as she said that. However, he noted a slight twitch of surprise as he asked about tryouts.
"Next week, I don't know? There's gotta be a sign hanging up somewhere though."
This whole time she'd been pestering him, he'd just figured that she was the captain of the team. So not only did he lose and have to try out for the team, but the one he lost to wasn't even the team captain?! This stung, and he lashed out a bit, "You mean you aren't the team captain? This whole time I thought you were in charge of the team!" He then collected himself and realized it didn't really matter. He'd made an agreement and lost, so he had every intention of fulfilling his side of the bargain, regardless of who he'd lost to. "Ugh, nevermind. I guess that doesn't really change anything. I'll find out when the tryouts are and I will be there. Don't think this is over, though. I will want a rematch eventually."

With that, Hengist put away the broom and walked away from the pitch. This had been a most dreadful day. He wasn't used to this kind of stress and disappointment and didn't quite know what to do. It was still a bit too early to eat, so he couldn't go to the great hall. He decided he try his favorite spot for stress relief; a walk around the lake. So he changed direction and headed off to the lake until it was time to eat.
Hengist leaves the thread.

Heroes don't exist and even if they did, I wouldn't be one.
Hengist Warbeck

A Race to Remember  PV   Finished 

For her response, Emma merely shook her head and shrugged. So what if the race made been solely for fun? Trying out was just another perk that came with the deal and she had no objections. She wanted him to join the team not only because he had talent, but it would be nice to have a familiar face to rely on on the team. She had been bothering him for about two years now. In her first year, she had collected an impenetrable stubborn trait, and least now it had gotten better even if it was hard to tell. All she had to say: "I wish."

Though the thought of someone being team captain in their first year put hope into her brain. Okay, so she was at least old enough to be team captain. Seven days seemed to be seven years in her perspective, it was hard to wait.
"Don't think this is over, though. I will want a rematch eventually."
The competition wasn't over yet, was there ever going to be an end to it? By the sound of his voice, a mix of severity and determination, it was only the beginning. It would have been a lie to say it didn't put thoughts and scenarios in her mind. No matter, she had persisted an entire two years and she was determined to make it seven if she had to. Eventually could mean anything, but for her, it was anywhere from a week to a year and that wasn't exactly a big gap of time. She had been lucky this time, but next time she could only hope for the same luck.

After watching Hengist leave the Pitch, she walked over to the broom tower and mounted her broom against the wall, stalling a bit to make sure the coast was clear. Until dinner struck, she walked up to the Ravenclaw dormitory and began to read. Quidditch tryouts were going to be fun, she could only imagine.
Emma exits the thread

~ Emmaline Louise Hill ~
"When nothing goes right, go left."
Poison Resistance || Binding Mark || Prodigal Transfig. Learner