[sep mp] faster & faster { benny & donna }

“That’s fine,” said Donna, “Me and my siblings, we don’t even have fourteen people, we went three-on-three if anything.” This was promising enough; at least, these kids could throw and catch. Presumably. She supposed there was a high chance they weren’t good at it, so she should have withheld judgment, if anything, but she had decided that she liked Tomie Vos, that she believed in Tomie Vos.

What to do with that, she couldn’t say; she wasn’t Tomie Vos’s mentor (really, Phillip Donnelly had signed up for this??) but she was the co-captain of the Gryffindor team, which had to amount to something. She hopped off the desk, stretched her arms out over her head, and tried to determine her next move. How long would it be before someone assigned Vos a real mentor? She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to wait around while she was snatched off by someone wholly ill-suited to mentor a bright, promising student athlete like that, so she had to make the best of today.

She glanced at Benny, who was picking at his shoe, and again regretfully dismissed the idea of going down to the pitch while she wasn’t dressed for it. “You two need any other advice?” she said hopefully; “Or – I’d have to go up to my dorm and get my broom,” and a sports bra, “but maybe we could go flying for a bit. Pitch isn’t going to be reserved until tryouts – just free-for-all right now.”

Benny drifted off, distracted by the rubber from his shoe and what they had learned about earlier in charms, as the girls talked more about Quidditch. He nodded when Tomie mentioned them playing in the common and watched Donna for a second to try and judge her reaction to the information before turning his attention back to his shoes. They were a nightmare, scuff marks along the side, layers of inky drawings and shapes from when he was particularly bored during lessons, and now a hole in the sole.

And then Donna mentioned going flying, and Benny perked right up.

"Yes!" He said, jumping from the desk, the sudden surge of energy making him unbalanced as he landed on his feet and swayed. "I mean," Benny chilled, pushing his hair from his eyes and nodding slowly as a civilized, not-annoyingly-twelve-years-old, person might do. Straightening up, and clearing his throat, maybe even making his voice a little lower than usual (he had to sound more mature, older, better, this was Donna-freaking-West asking them to practice Quidditch with her, after all!)

"That would be cool."