The nickname caught him off guard– He’d never been close enough with anyone to warrant a nickname and it surprised him that he didn’t even consider it himself. He and Loren weren’t that chummy, but with such an extroverted personality from her, he didn’t think anything past the name besides just how she was. “Pity or no pity, I don’t think I’d have to try very hard to beat you anyways.” He paused for a moment as he mounted his broom. August glanced back at her before adding his final addition. “Lore.”
Loren couldn’t help but laugh at August’s challenging words. There was little she knew about the seventh year Slytherin aside from the fact that he wasn’t the best at picking up on the advances of a woman--despite a lack of subtlety--and she found herself pleasantly surprised with this side of Erichson. “Those are some bloody big words, m’friend.” Swinging her leg over her broom, she grinned over at him when he added on the nickname, her cheeks warming with the strain of her smile. “Ready when ya say go--ya don’t need a head start, d’ya?”












