Just Some Practice. o

Maddie had a lot on her mind lately, between classes, exams, and this thing with Mason. She had been having a hard time paying attention and focusing on anything. She really needed to find a way to clear her mind so she had processed what had happened over the last week. So after class she headed down to the Hufflepuff dungeon and grabbed her broom. Flying took focus but not as much as brewing potions, so she headed out to the quidditch pitch. There was a game coming up soon, so she could also use the practice. She hadn’t bothered changing out of her school uniform, which was probably a bad idea.
As she stepped out of Hogwarts Castle, Maddison was greeted by a gray and gloomy sky, signaling an overcast day. The air is crisp and cool, with a hint of dampness that lingers on the breeze. The castle walls and turrets seem to blend into the background, their stone surfaces dull and lifeless under the dim light.
As Mads made her way down the winding path that lead toward the Quidditch pitch, she notice the grass and trees have yet to fully come to life after the long winter. The ground is still muddy and soft underfoot, and the bare branches of the trees look desolate and forlorn.
The path ahead stretches out into the distance, disappearing into the thick fog that blankets the landscape. Maddie could hear the distant hoot of an owl, and the rustle of leaves as a slight breeze picked up, causing her to pull her cloak tighter around her.
As she approach the Quidditch pitch, the towering goalposts loom out of the mist, their metal frames catching the faint light that filters through the clouds. The wooden bleachers look damp and unwelcoming, and the air smells of wet earth and damp wood.
Despite the dreary surroundings, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement as she imagined the upcoming Quidditch match, which will soon bring the pitch to life with cheers and shouts of joy. But for now, She mounted her broom and zoomed around. Practicing sharp turns and dives and swerving around invisible bludgers and players.

Mason these days had been having these weird feelings he had never had. Especially when Maddie was around. The boy almost said to his sister other day that he likes her. Only said Maybe. Which his sister knows something is off. All he could think lately was Maddie.
This is why the boy had decided to clear his head. The boy took his broom and headed to quidditch pitch. The boy had changed his school unifrom to some pants, t-shirt and jacket. Anyways he did bit regret the idea of going to quidditch pitch. He knew no flying will happen again. Maddie was there in the air. "why is she everywher i go these days out of common room," he mumbled to himself. He just needed to stop thinking about her for once but seems like universe says no.

Maddie was completely lost in her world as she soared between the goalposts and weaved through the pillars of the stands. She was so focused on finding the perfect vantage point for future Quidditch games that she didn't even notice someone had entered the pitch. As she rounded the last turn, she suddenly shot straight up into the sky, scanning the area with eagle-like precision.
Satisfied with her perch, she turned her broom around and began to descend in a steep dive. But, as she pulled up just before hitting the ground, her eyes fell on him - Mason. With his chiseled jawline, tousled brown hair, and deep brown eyes, he was a sight to behold. Maddie felt her heart race as she took in his form, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of embarrassment. She had been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized someone else was around.


Caught off guard by the sight of Mason, Maddie's attention was abruptly pulled away from her flying. In her momentary distraction, she lost control of her broom, tumbling off of it and crashing down onto the damp grass below. Moving at such a high speed, she was unable to come to a safe stop and instead went rolling a few times before finally coming to a halt at the boy's feet.
Maddie groaned, feeling a bit disoriented from the sudden impact. She rubbed her head as she looked up at Mason, feeling a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. How could she have been so careless? She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, feeling the dampness of the grass seeping through her clothes. "I'm sorry," she muttered, hoping that the boy wasn't too put off by her clumsiness.

Mason kept her eyes on Maddie. The girl with blonde hair, the beautiful young woman. Very pretty even. He even her pretty blue eyes. He could look them always, even if he didn't see those right now. He just was amazed by her. When the girl ended up falling down there was worry in his eyes. He saw how she did hit the ground. "It's okay but are you okay, Mads?" He ended up asking. "Shouldn't you let nurse look at you?" He asked even. He was worried. He really was. Mason did care about Maddie.

Maddie was surprised to hear Mason address her as "Mads" - a nickname he only used in their public chatroom on WizGiz. His voice was filled with concern as he looked down at her lying on the ground. Maddie couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach at the sound of his deep husky voice.

She wiggled her fingers and toes, checking to make sure everything was still functioning properly. "Yeah, I think I'm okay," she said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the embarrassment she felt at having fallen off her broom. "Just a little muddy," she added, her face turning a bright shade of red. "I just need to get up and go again."

Maddie looked up at Mason, who was holding his broom in his hand. "Did I mess up your flying plans again?" she asked, feeling sheepish. Despite her awkwardness, she couldn't help but admire the boy in front of her - with his floppy brown hair and warm brown eyes, he looked like a hero straight out of a storybook.

Mason had ended up calling Maddie in WizGiz as Mads. And he didn't realise he had said it even now to her before it was out. Then again no regrets. The boy had ended up saying screw the rumors about them. Maybe there is some truth in the end in them. At least he hopes it does.

He kept watching Maddie to wiggle her toes and fingers. Seemed like she was fine yes. Mason ended up giving her his hand, so he can help her up now. He hoped she will take it now. "You really plan to go again?" He was worried. Mason didn't want her to crash again here.

"Yes, you did mess it up again," he had to admit that. "But then again I can still fly this time. Nobody said I cant. And try to distract you from your practise, Mads," he added just few seconds later. He was still at times up to mess with her, even if it was more likely meant as fun, not to make her feelings hurt or anything.

Mason extended his hand to Maddison, who gratefully took it and allowed him to help her up to her feet. Though she knew she'd probably feel sore in the morning, for now, she felt fine. "It's just like riding a horse or a muggle bike, right?" she tried to laugh off the embarrassing fall, while simultaneously dusting off as much dirt as she could from her clothes. "Fall down and get back on. Besides, it wasn't that big of a drop. My feet were already brushing the grass," she added with a shrug.

Mason couldn't help but admit that Maddison had ruined his plans once again. Maddison's sheepish reply was apologetic. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be in the way all the time," she said with a hint of regret in her voice.

Mason was glad she had accepted his hand. Soon he looked at Maddie and really wondered what was going on in that pretty blonde head of hers. To be honest Mason had never rode neither of those things, but he has heard stories about them. "Oh yeah, right if you say so," he ended up saying. He didn't began to pretend like he knew.

"It's okay, Mads," he said to girl witn a smile. 'Like I said I could still fly. How about some friendly competion?" He asked with a smirk.

A sense of anticipation filled Maddie as she gazed into Mason's warm, brown eyes, drinking in the way he looked at her. It was a refreshing change to see a smile on his face instead of the usual exasperation he seemed to express in her presence. Maddie couldn't help but feel a slight thrill of excitement at the prospect of engaging in some friendly competition with him, and it didn't hurt that he had called her Mads again.

"What did you have in mind?" Maddie asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. She was eager to hear what Mason had planned and was open to trying out anything new or exciting. Maddie felt her heart race with anticipation, wondering what the rest of the night held in store for her.

Mason looked at Maddie and knew now for sure he loved her, not just liked her. He had fallen for her a long before he had even realised it. He was just so bad at realising it and admitting it. He probably will keep calling her Mads now on. It will be her nickname for her. Nobody can take it away from him. He was glad they didn't fight for once.

"Too be honest I don't have plan yet. What did you do exactly before I interrupted you here?" He tried the best to figure out what they could do here now. He looked up at the sky. "how about we fly start from behind that first hoop and who ever finish at end of the last one is winner?" He ended up asking. "Winner can pick the loser punishment?" He added with a smirk.