Anneliese was still laughing, and noticed they were very close but decided to keep talking like it didn’t confuse her at all. “Yes, but I will keep this scar as a proof that I’m the faster one here…”, she started, grinning at him, “And also”, she said looking at him in the eyes, “to remember one of the best moment of my life.” It was true. She never really knew what it was like to have a friend, to spend time with that person. Anneliese never knew the feeling of the wind through her hair and the noisy sound of their laughs. She was dirty, her hair was tangled and she had an ugly scar on her arm, and she’s never been happier in her entire life. Arlen didn’t need to worry about anything, if they could just make this moment last forever, none of them would never have to worry about their life. Her declaration was deep, and the fact that Arlen’s hair was messy and that his cheeks were a nice shade of red made her feel things she didn’t want to admit, she couldn’t keep her serious when she laughed one more time. “I’m sorry.”, she kept laughing, they were very close, “I probably look repellent right now.”
At Anneliese’s response, Arlen sighed with relief. If she was going to brag about her injury, show it off, even, she couldn’t have been hurt too badly. “Alright, alright, my ego is a bit more fragile now,” he chuckled. His eyebrows went up as she said it was one of her best memories. It had just been a simple race. This just went to prove how such a small action could mean so much. It almost awed Arlen, Anneliese seemed like the type of girl who would have a lot of fun. “Well, then, I won’t call the matron. I guess a scar that you want is somewhat like a tattoo,” he figured. “Merlin, Anneliese, don’t even begin to say that. Everyone looks a bit roughed up after a decent flight. It’s the sign of a true Quidditch warrior. It’s a good look on you.”
