'Okey, Pip! I'll see you later!'
Nico waved at her lovely fluffy companion before running out her dorm room. She was rather excited today. After her Flying homework was close to perfect, she was determined to get better at flying. She was pretty good but... her fear of heights sometimes got the best of her. Last time she almost flew into a wall when she forgot how to take off in a moment of panic.
Nico heard of how fashion aware the new flying teacher was and had tried her best to look neat. After her meeting with Griffith outside of class, when she had tripped over the root of a tree, which made her look anything but neat and presentable, she still doesn't know how to feel about that talk she had with him... Anyhow, because of that, she tried her best to look at her best. Neatly combed hair, no spots on her robes,... She would be careful whenever she'd meet a teacher face to face by herself. No more slip ups...
Quietly with a straight back, Nico walked through the halls, making her way towards the Quidditch Training Field. Her red hair swayed with every step and her ice blue eyes stood out in the frame of red. In her hands she held tightly onto her broom. She had never flown by herself after class, but the new teacher had made her curious.
At this point of her journey to the field, she knew it wouldn't take much longer before she'd arrive there. The realisation that she'd be flying with a teacher, a person she had never talked with by herself, a good looking woman who seemed to know what she wanted...That's what Nico thought, that was the kind of woman Olphie seemed to be.
Barnaby Rykers was a way easier name. This lady though... She had a particular, hard and strange name. At the time Nico was getting ready in her dorm, she had been repeating the name to remember it perfectly.
'Olphie Ber- Berq-...Beregay.. No! B-Bearsare- No! Ugh! O-Olphie Bercegeay..y-Yes! That's it.. Olphie Bercu- AAAH!'
And finally, there she was. The Slytherin carefully shuffled onto the field. It felt strange, the openess and width of the training plains. It reminded her of how small she was. Nico was abit early but that was fine. She rather wanted to be early than late. Something her father always said...
As she waited, she rehearsed the way she'd greet the teacher for the moment she'd come on the field.
'Hello Miss! I'm Nico Shymane.. I should.. say her name, right? coughs H-Hello Miss Bearsarega-... HECK..'
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STR.5 AGI.10 CON.8 STA.7