It's Just a Myth (Lemmy)

[jareth.ainsley.caldwell]

Jareth Caldwell was feeling rather antsy. Anxious. Pent up, really. It wasn't that he was claustrophobic so much as he didn't care for too many large groups of people. For some reason, of course, the Hufflepuff Common Room was filled with several members of the house, all scattered about and chit-chatting about nothing in particular. He himself had spent most of the day in his dorm, catching up on last minute homework as was his regular routine. He'd finally completed it shortly before dinner and been at a loss for what to do for the rest of the day. Most of his friends were busy, half of them out snogging their faces off and the others still working on last minute homework. It would have amused him if he himself wasn't so bored. So, after getting himself rather frustrated by his surroundings and house mates, he finally shrugged on one of his heavier jackets, grabbed his broomstick, and headed outdoors. He wasn't typically one for flying along or without purpose, but maybe it was just what he needed to clear his mind and calm him down. After all, if he were being completely honest with himself, he could admit those weren't the only things bothering him; his recent cupid match was weighing heavily on his mind as well. What a mess that situation was.

Jare headed to the field, changing his mind from the thought of a boring old broom ride and thinking maybe he could work on his speed or technique. It often helped him come up with strategies and different ideas for their matches when he did this, though it was usually better with someone else to help. Gearing himself up properly, he mounted his broom and shot off into the early evening sky, his face lifted into the rushing wind and enjoying the very feel of it. He took a deep breath, allowing the cool air to fill his lungs and make him feel...alive. That was the only real way to describe how flying made him feel. Free. Like he had grown himself a pair of wings and become part of the world. (Of course, he'd never said that anyone else. They'd think he was mad!) It wasn't long, however, before that euphoria was unintentionally interrupted by someone else being on the playing field. Couldn't he even have just this one single solitary moment to himself?! As he approached the figure, the bright yellow of their scarf stood out which made him feel a bit less discontent. At least it was someone from his house, though he couldn't tell who from this distance. "Oi!" He said, flying closer to the figure only to see them go quickly into a dive. Jare watched on, interested immediately with whatever they were doing. There was something rather enchanting about watching someone fly, especially when they knew what they were doing.

After a few moments, he braced himself and dove down after them, a small grin playing on his face. It wasn't his intention to scare the flyer, though. It wasn't long before his broom caught up to theirs and he grinned as he discovered their identity. "Briar!" He shouted out above the wind, not even paying attention to the ground below but knowing somehow that he would instinctively pull up before he hit. He just hoped that she would as well. It might sound odd to some people, but Jare had taken an immediate amount of affection for the young girl and often thought of her a sister of sorts. He'd felt immensely proud when she'd showed up for Quidditch try-outs and had been good enough to make the team without his showing any sort of favoritism toward her. The young witch showed amazing potential and perhaps an underlying talent for the sport. Showing off just a tiny bit and testing her focus, he slowed down on his dive and spiraled around her broom on his before laughing and signalling for her to pull up and steady herself rather than continuing the dive. He laughed for a moment, enjoying himself as he caught his breath.