|| she's like cold coffee in the morning .

[FIONA KATHLEEN KINGSTON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] tell me if you need a loving hand there were few times in fiona's life when she felt completely comfortable and at ease. those times included hours spent with a good book and hours ahead of her, or a paintbrush in hand and her mind free to map out what her eyes took in, or her imagination perceived. she was known for those things. for being a quiet bookworm, always found cradled up in the library. or found somewhere in the castle, usually outside, painting or drawing landscapes. the only other time in which fiona felt remotely not awkward and at ease, is when she's on her broom, flying around on the quiddich pitch. during all those times her mind is clear, she doesn't have to think of anything else but what she is doing. they're the most relaxing moments for fiona. this morning was no different. she was seeking time to clear her head, plus she figured that she might as well get in some time on the quiddich pitch. plus, she figured that it being earlier in the morning and a saturday, she wouldn't have too many people to contend with. fiona preferred to be alone when she practiced, at least, unless it was a team practice. then being around people wasn't super bad, because there wasn't any awkwardness, everyone just wanted to get down to task and practice. ravenclaw house wasn't exactly known for their amazing skills on the quiddich field, but at least this year they were doing better than normal, and fiona was actually starting to believe they may have had a chance at the finals. but that took a lot of work, and that was why fiona had decided she wanted time on her broom. so waking up and heading for the pitch, she wrapped her sweater closer to her face as the cool november winds licked at her face. she was bundled up appropriately, and was thankful for bringing her gloves out to fly this morning as the air was cool. taking her broom, she climbed off it and took a deep breath. then, with one swift movement, she took off in the air, feeling her insides relax and her mind become clear. the air blew past her as she flew higher and higher, changing directions and swirling around the pitch. she finally felt like she could breath, which was silly because of anything the air up here was thinner. but that was the beauty of flying for fiona. after about twenty minutes, fiona finally took her gaze to the ground below her, and not expecting to see anyone, spotting a speck on the quiddich pitch. squinting, she tried to see whether or not she wanted to touch down or just stay in the sky depending on who was below her. then again, she wondered if they would just come up and try and fly with her. that was something fiona didn't want. quickly deciding whether or not she would be better in the air or on the ground, she finalized touching down. besides, she had been flying for enough if she had to give the pitch over to someone else. descending slowly, she began to make out the figure below her. and the closer she got, the more nervous she got, and the more she had wished she had just stayed in the air. because below her came into view lance leavitt. he used to attend hogwarts and fiona remembered watching him play quiddich on the gryffindor team. now he was a professor at hogwarts, teaching flying lessons and often helping with the quiddich teams. fiona had seen him around quite a bit, and her shy demeanor didn't really give her much of a chance to have anything more than a short, awkward conversation with him, but she sort of had a crush on the older man. though she would never admit it. to anyone. and besides, she would never confess it. and he would never feel that way towards her, at all. as she finally touched onto the ground near him, she managed a small smile on her face, hoping that perhaps she might be able to manage a little bit of grace. "hi," she spoke, walking towards him carefully. "i was just, er, flying." fiona's eyes met and pulled back away from lance. of course, she thought. state the obvious. words: 721 - tags: lance leavitt - notes: hope this works to start something!