fly with me!

morgiana. year 5 in gryffindor. room G/B-1. affiliated with academyofwizardry.

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open • ◢ how did i get here?

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Tidus approached her, staring at her for a brief moment before clearing his throat and letting out a deep breath. He’s encountered many lost students before, maybe it’s because every other house but Slytherin was incompetent and didn’t know their way around the castle. It annoyed him, but at the same time it made him laugh inside. He enjoyed it when other houses, especially when it was Gryffindor, had lost and helpless students that just didn’t know what to do. He smiled at her.

“Before I help you, I want to know why you think I should. And don’t give me the excuse that I should help because it’s the nice thing to do. I want a legitimate reason why I should help, if you’d be so kind~.”

He leaned up against the wall, waiting for her to respond.

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Donning a predominantly green and silver ensemble, he could've only been a Slytherin. That fact was further proven by his smile which belied his cunning nature. It had been her first time actually speaking with someone from that house, but regardless of the rumours, he was willing to help in his own way. It left her wondering if Slytherin was really as terrible as everyone made them out to be.

She blinked, attempting to think of a legitimate reason as to why he should help. Personally, she just felt inclined to help those in need if she could, though she was realizing now that everyone may not feel the same. "If you help me now, I'll help you as well if you have a reasonable request. It's the least I can do." Morgiana nodded after speaking, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him. If not, she didn't particularly mind.

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hello ! i'm ricci, morgiana's mun. it's nice to meet everyone ~ . sorry about flooding your dash a little bit there .. ;; but i just posted an open in case anyone wants to reply to that !

i'm somewhat shy .. but i'd love to make friends and roleplay with all of you ! feel free to talk to me and send asks or fan mail about plotting / ideas / etc.

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open • ◢ how did i get here?

"Ah .. I'm lost."

She frowned slightly at the sight of the unfamiliar hallway. She assumed it was near one of the other houses, but she wasn't entirely sure due to the lack of color. The only ways were to go back or to go forward, but neither direction was guaranteed to lead her back to the common room.

The girl had went through her mind to attempt to figure out how she arrived to this situation, but she'd been so lost in thought that it was a complete mystery of what route she'd taken to reach there. She vaguely recalled going up a staircase which only led her to gulp. Of all the things to do, the least intelligent idea was to wander around in a place where the pathways changed constantly.

Slow footsteps caught her attention, and Morgiana silently regretted her decision to leave her wand in her room. It shouldn't have been anyone dangerous though. Shouldn't have, at least. She turned around hesitantly to find herself staring at another student. Fortunately they looked as if they knew where they were going, prompting her to ask the obvious with her typical poker face:

"Can you help me find the Gryffindor common room or at least a hallway leading there?"

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open | | riding the winds

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“Ah, Morgiana - chan!” Fubuki called out, running over to her with his broom trailing behind him like an obedient wolf pup. They didn’t know each other very well, but being in the same house and same Quidditch thing meant that Fubuki did get to know some of the upperclassmen rather well.

Unfortunately, Morgiana wasn’t one of them. 

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I was hogging the pitch a bit, I must admit. I wasn’t really doing much here. i just wanted to fly around a bit, get some fresh air. I’ll be out of your hair, if you want to fly alone.” He’d done enough reminiscing about Atsuya for the day. His broom trailed behind him as he walked a little ways down the pitch. 

The only shame was that he’d spent so long thinking about Atsuya that he didn’t have any time to do actual flying. Hm. “Although, I must admit that I didn’t get much flying in. I started…thinking about halfway through.”

“We should race!”

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Morgiana - chan. The ending was unfamiliar to her, but she'd heard it tacked onto other peoples' names from time to time. She assumed it must have been a formality that could be used for anyone due to students of various grades replying to it, and so --

"Fubuki - chan .. ?"

The term felt foreign on her lips, and she couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows in a mix of frustration and confusion. She could only hope she wasn't treading on forbidden territory by referring to him as such. She personally felt that she should at least return the formal gesture to him though. Morgiana shrugged her shoulders at his words. "I didn't need the pitch anyway. I'm not here to practice right now. Ah .. you like flying in your spare time too?" Her head tilted slightly at the thought, somewhat interested. It should've been a given considering he was on the Quidditch team as well, but everyone's reasons for playing the sport were different and not all of them particularly had to enjoy flight especially with the danger of falling off or being hit with the bludger.

"I don't think it's very wise to lose yourself while you're flying even if you have good balance," She admitted her thoughts to him. It wasn't her place to ask what had been on his mind, but the least she could do was warn him to be more careful. "I also don't mind if you're here. It's not like I take up the whole field." She didn't think it was appropriate to just tell him to leave. Wouldn’t it be viewed as bullying to tell smaller children to get out of her way? (Even though Morgiana was so short for her age that Fubuki was probably taller than her, if not the same height.) The redhead watched and listened to him intently with little reaction until he brought up the idea of a race.

In her mind, race = challenge.

She inhaled slowly. "I see .. You're that type of person .." Morgiana murmured the words under her breath before holding up a clenched fist and staring at him determinedly.

"I won't lose even to a fellow Gryffindor. Please do not go easy on me."

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open | | riding the winds

There was nothing quite like the feeling of riding through the open air. Fubuki could do this all day, just ride around the Quidditch pitch aimlessly. (The Keeper hoops were a lot larger than he thought they would be.) But the feeling of the wind in his hair was refreshing, the kind of rush that he got when he went skiing, but multiplied by maybe 10. Probably closer to 20. 

It was a shame, because Atsuya would’ve loved this freedom. If he’d had the chance. 

Fubuki heaved a sigh at the though, slowing down to circle over the center of the pitch. Atsuya never got the chance to fly like this; he would’ve loved it though. They would’ve thrown whatever they had around them - sticks and stones - in a game of mock Quidditch. Those sure were the days.

By the time he snapped out of his reverie, he was already making circles around the goal posts, slowly but surely making a sweeping figure 8 motion around them. The sky was just beginning to show overtones of orange, and as tempted as he was to hang around to watch the sunset, homework and the common room were still calling him. And besides, there was someone…

There was someone down there?

Fubuki flew low against the ground, hopping off his broom while he was still hovering a few feet above the ground. 

“I’m sorry, did you need to use the pitch? I didn’t mean to spend all that time not doing anything, I just got a little bit carried away with my thoughts there.”

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Morgiana smiled to herself softly as she made her way to the field, her broomstick clutched anxiously in her hands. Other students passed by her in a flurry, all heading to the common room to rest and relax with each other. Her nose twitched at the thought of it. 'Hanging out with friends at the end of the day ..' It was a comfort to the others, but Morgiana always felt odd as she stood by idly and watched them all chatter of daily activities and gossip. She wasn't particularly close to her housemates, and she only felt obligated to speak when others spoke to her first.

The complication with that thought process was no one wanted to speak with her. She often came off as intimidating and scary. The words loomed over her, threatening to ruin her mood. She shook her head and quickened her pace. It was fine though. It was better to find her own safe place instead of the one forced upon her. Her fingers pushed against the door to the outside, opening it fully to let a rush of air envelope her. It seemed cold at first, prompting her to tug at her sleeves, but she realized the lukewarm breeze was comforting in its own way.

Hauling up the broomstick as she walked, she prepared to mount until she noticed someone else was already flying around the field.

"Huh .. ?"

She couldn't help but be surprised. It wasn't often that she came across other people who spent their time flying especially ones with this person's skill and speed as she noticed. Crimson eyes narrowed as she attempted to discern who the mystery flyer was. She could notice the gray hair and the bright green eyes widened in surprise once he turned in her direction. It was easy to tell who it was even from this distance.

Fubuki Shirou was his name. He was a fellow Gryffindor and Quidditch player, so it wasn't odd that she knew who he was in spite of him being an underclass-man. She just never bothered to speak with him much outside of game preparations, but it seemed the chance to do so was coming to her due to Fubuki lowering himself to the ground. Morgiana shook her head when he asked if she needed the pitch.

"I .." She trailed off. There wasn't anything in particular she needed here which made her stop to wonder if it was okay to just fly around aimlessly. "It's fine. I don't need anything from here either. I just wanted to .. fly for a little while, if that's alright."

It was embarrassing to admit even that simple wish, but flying was truly the only thing she looked forward to. "You don't have to apologize. I can go somewhere else if you don't want me here."