-paulo- it's not enough to come second

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh ran down the path. She'd accidentally, overlooked the time, and was close to being late. Niamh had no qualms being late for other lessons, but this was a quidditch practice, and she wanted to look good. So if that meant being on time, so be it. It wasn't like Niamh even disliked the flying professor. The opposite actually, he was quite appealing on the eyes, and a former Slytherin.

Niamh made her way into the middle of the pitch, where she could see the Professor waiting, which made her worry. "Oh shit, was I late?" she asked, forgetting about just how she was with. She kicked one leg over her broom and pushed herself off the ground, so she were hovering a few inches above the ground. She grinned, the feeling she got whenever she was in the air, always made the Slytherin smile.

She loved flying. Niamh had asked for the lesson, because she didn't want to loose a match, so when they had a ex-professional quidditch star teaching at the school, she'd leapt at the opportunity to ask him to coach her (for one lesson at least). Because this wasn't an official practice, Niamh had forgone the usual quidditch uniform for a tight top with the Slytherin insignia, with an black hoodie over it, and simple black leggings, and a pair of black boots. She would have gone without the armor, but she would have been at risk of falling off without any form of protection.

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[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo wasn't a huge fan of teaching, but he needed a job after getting kicked off his pro team. But at least there were the girls to look at. he hated being that professor, but he was young and hot and they all looked at him. He wasn't some grab ass older guy who couldn't get any. He was just a guy with a wandering eye who drew the chicks to himself like a magnet. He'd already slept with Nessie in detention and made out with a sad Hufflepuff who made a glaring quaffle error. So when a hot girl from his own house wanted one on one lessons, he said yes. Not only because she was smoldering and mean but because Quidditch was his other love.

Paulo got to pitch before her. He brought his own gear and broom just in case he wanted to demonstrate anything. She was suited up and hopped on her broom, exclaiming about her lateness. "Not much Ms. Connolly." He said. Paulo wasn't the early type, he just didn't have much to do. Unlike other professors he rarely had papers to grade.

"Is there something specific you wanted to work on?" He asked, picking up his broom.

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

"Thank Merlin" she muttered, and appraised his looks, under a hooded gaze. She held one hand on her broom, and used the other to tie her hair back, in an extremely messy bun, it was hard to tie your hair back with one hand. "Oh, yea.." she started, "I guess I want to work on target practice" she spoke. Niamh knew that when she got a little... angry, she tended to forget about the general target, and just ended up whacking the bludger full pelt in any old direction.

She then added "Oh and general flying. If I can improve the basics, I can improve the better stuff" that was what she should do. There had been a time when Niamh had headed for the complicated moves first... and she'd failed spectacularly. She kicked her feet idly. She leant back a little on the broom, stretching out before she started flying. She didn't want to have to walk around with sore muscles. Though their was a very quick cure to that.

sorry if it's not too great, a little tired. its the end of the week ya know ]

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

She sounded so eager, it was almost tiring. He expected a moody but provocative show off. Paulo sighed. This worked though. He was not a beater by trade, but he could help anyway, he was a very good flyer. Well, he was pretty good. His usual position was keeper, but thats a job you have to be quick for, so he could still give notes. "Well, lets start with quick changes of directions, drills if you will." He said. "That'll improve your flying skills, and when we switch to target practice, it'll help you aim if you can change what you are doing quickly."

Paulo quickly realized he wasn't totally sure how to make this work, but he wasn't going to show it. He mounted his room and got up into the middle of the air space of the field and motioned for Ms. Connolly to follow him up. "Now you are going to fly as fast as you can, and I will call out directions, and you will have to turn that direction as quickly and carefully as you can."

ooc- its mediocre sorry

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Unzipping her hoodie, she threw it on the ground. It would be easier to concentrate and maneuver with less material. She pulled the hem of the tight t-shirt down. Niamh had thought about showing off, but had decided against it. Too much effort. "Drills sound good" She nodded, and then flew up after him. "As fast as I can?" she clarified, with a small smirk. She leant forwards on her broom, willing it too speed up. It wasn't the fastest broom on the market. The fasted brooms were still the firebolt models.

But she trusted her Nimbus, it was still faster than a variety of the other brooms. She had a great balance when on a broom, which helped when she needed to hit the bludger, seeing as a beater couldn't fly with two hands. She pushed her broom up to its max speed, forcing her feet into the stirrups, she waited for a direction to be called out. Niamh had to think about her left's and rights for a second, as it was generally something so basic, it could be forgotten easily.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo smirked lightly as she adjusted her shirt but said nothing, she sped up and he was ready. He started simple. "Left.....right" Then he got a little more complicated. "Up.....down.....behind." Things moved fast in Quidditch and you always had to be ready for any event and being threatened from any direction. He varied the amount of time between directions, some coming fast and others more slowly. This way he could keep her on her toes. Paulo didn't want to over work her too much though, so after a solid amount of time, he called it quits. "Good hustle! Bring it in." He called to her from his spot across the pitch.

This reminded him of his brief days on portugal's team, what a shame to be kicked off. It was embarrassing and now he can to teach. Anyone who knew him knew it was not a good idea to get him around teenage girls, but McGonagall either didn't know or was giving him a second chance--one he had already blown.

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh reacted quickly, only faltering twice. When she managed to mix up left and right, but quickly corrected herself, so wasn't to upset. She was beginning to get a little dizzy after all the direction changes, but not enough to make her want to stop. She stopped her broom suddenly, and lurched forwards, but kept her grip on the handle. She flew over, and hovered near him. "How'd I do?" she asked, her tone leaning towards being flirty.

"What do you want me to do now?" she asked, redoing her hair, after the wind and speed had knocked the loose bun astray. She massaged her fingers for a moment, before gripping at the handle again. The thick and rather ugly quidditch gloves kept her hands from forming blisters, so kept her skin smooth and soft. If she hadn't been worried about her skin hardening, then she would have forgone the leather gloves.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Finally she did something he was used to, she flirted, thus opening the door. Though, he usually didn't initiate, that way, should anything go wrong, he can truthfully say it wasn't his idea. "You did well." He said. She'd been pretty on top of her turns, room for improvement of course, but the drill seemed to help, it got her thinking and moving, which was important. "Remember to hold your elbows in when you want to gain speed." Of course, she was a beater so she had extra things to worry about, but she could still use the tips.

Paulo watched as she massaged her fingers lightly before gripping the broom again. He couldn't help but give a little smirk. "Strong grip you have there." he said. As a beater she had to hold onto her club tightly, but here she was holding the broom like her life depended on it--which he supposed in a way, it did.

"You said you wanted to do target practice, is that still what you want?"

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

She pushed her elbows into her body, listening to his constructive criticism, Niamh didn't like to be critisiced but could stand helpful critical comments, if it helped her get better at quiddicth she would stand it. She might have emphasised the movement, a little. "Thanks" she smirked. It was nice to complimented for her skills. "A few more drills like that and I should be flying at a good enough level to beat the opponents in the next match" she smirked. Shuffling about on her broom she laughed.

"Somethings need a firm hand" she smirked. Niamh wasn't a virgin - everyone knew that, but she wasn't a total slut either. She simply tended to use her body and looks to get exactly what she wants. "Yes, I'd like that very much, if you could" she spoke, making the effort to sound polite. She needed her bat. Which she'd left on the pitch. She flew down, and swooped the bat up, flipping it around in her hand as she did.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo noted her tone, but she wasn't the easy type. He normally didn't work very hard, so he'd just wait for her to really throw herself at him, maybe it would take time. Then she got all polite and clipped. Why did she insist on talking to him like a professor? Paulo sighed lightly. He took out his wand and made an imaginary quidditch team pop up. "These are decoys, you will try to hit me. Don't be gentle, I can take it." He said. If he was going to sit here, he might as well play a little bit. Besides, he would avoid the bludgers given that he had nothing else to focus on.

With a flick of his wand, the stand-ins started to move and he whizzed along with them. She was a good beater as far as he knew, but he watched her form to see what he could offer in terms of technique, but practice and feeling things out was a good way to learn.

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh raised an eyebrow. Hit him? She could do that. She watched as he conjured the decoys. This wasn't going to be as easy as she'd thought it would, but Niamh was up for a challenge. She was always up for a challenge. Niamh focused her stare onto Paulo, it was incredibly distracting to see Paulo move in between the decoys, he was incredibly good looking. She quickly grabbed a bludger, and aimed it in his direction. She hit the bludger, as hard as she could, but missed.

She growled, "Ah shit", and flew after the now wayward bludger. Hitting it again, she hoped that it had hit him the second time, it had gone in his direction, but she hadn't hit that one at full pelt. She wasn't too worried about hitting him, she never really worried at all. As the decoys whizzed about Niamh began to loose sight of Paulo, and had to squint till she found him again. At least the decoys don't look like the professor, that would be confusing she thought idly. She started hitting the bludger harder and quicker after that, using her balance to keep her on her broom. It was all very well holding a broom when you were flying, but holding a bat also, was hard.

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

Paulo was a good manueverer but she was a good shot. The practice was grueling and fast paced. It brought back the thrill for him. The thill of life. He stopped the decoys and wiped sweat off her brow with his shirt. He really wanted to just take it off, but Connolly didn't seem interested in him and he wasn't going to lose his job over issues with her when there were plenty of girls willing to throw themselves at him. He wasn't going to chase them if there were still people who would just come to him. Less work, less blame. It was better all around.

"Good job Miss Connolly." He said, "Though you seem to get disoriented with the players, try to really focus on an object and your relation to it, itll help you figure out where you are." he said. It was a dancing basic, spotting, but few thought to apply it to quidditch but he found it applicable. "Ithink that's enough for today."

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh slowed her broom to a halt. She wasn't going to lie. She was disappointed when he didn't remove his shirt. "Feeling hot under the colllar sir?" she asked, with a lazy smirk. She was, and had she chosen to wear her cropped sports vest under her shirts, she would have removed the t-shirt, but it was probably inappropriate to sit in the air in just a bra and leggings. She was a bit annoyed that she'd lost her focus, but she needed to have something to work on right? The crushes the girls had on the professor reminded her of a song she'd heard on a muggle radio station she'd accidently turned onto.

'Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
Inside her there's longing
This girl's an open page
Book marking - she's so close now
This girl is half his age'

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She didn't know why the lyrics stuck, or why she had started to hum it - she didn't usually remember muggle music, it was not her thing. She supposed like most teenage girls her age, she had a 'crush' on him. She wished she could remember who it was by. Maybe she could go and kill him for singing such an ridiculous song. [/blockquote]

[PAULO HENRIQUE ALVES]

That expression was usually for when people were in trouble and thus felt "hot under the collar", or embarrassed. Here, he was just actually hot after a hard workout, understandably so, so he said nothing. What was there to say? She wasn't a very good flirt is that was what was happening here. Paulo didn't waste his time on girls he had to chase and coddle into it. But for good measure he did take his shirt off to wipe his face as he flew down to the ground.

Since they were done the bludger was still whizzing, and Paulo caught it as it came for him and wrestled it back into the box.

ooc- sorry its so short, not sure what to do here.