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[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh kicked against the tough pitch ground. She sailed effortlessly into the air. That was when one of the bludgers she'd released smashed painfully into her ribs before flying off. Niamh grimaced, but straightened up, she wasn't too badly hurt. She'd been wearing quidditch armor, she she'd most likely only bruised her ribs. She hoped so anyway. Niamh squinted, where were the blasted bludgers. She twirled the bat in her hand while waiting. "come on" she mumbled, before flying off to find them.

It wasn't often Niamh found the pitch secluded. The quidditch robes she'd pulled on, billowed behind her, in the slight breeze. Finally she spotted one, and swung the bat with all her might, watching it soar into the distance was a satisfying feeling. That was until the other bludger came and smashed into her ribs... yet again. Instead of reacting normally, she screeched in anger. Pulling her wand out, she cursed the bludger, and watched in delight as it blew up. Well, that was one way to deal with a rogue bludger. She shook out her long pony tail, and flew down.

Landing, Niamh shrugged her robes off, and undid the body armor, leaving them dropped on the pitch with her broom, she gingerly lifted the hem of her shirt up. She flinched at the sight of already black-blue skin, it hadn't helped that the bludger had hit practically the same spot twice. She made sure the second bludger was secured, before sitting in the stands, to get her breath back.

(outfit)

[ALBUS SERVERUS POTTER]

He had wondered if it was an alright day to try out for Quidditch practice, he had been with the Gryffindor Seekers for a short amount of time compared to the other members, like his brother he had over shadowed him a lot on the grounds. But he knew that he and his mom had been pretty good with Quidditch, his father earning the same title as he did, having the job to look for the seeker and his mother played on a professional team. So he felt confident with his abilities, but of course he did not forget about practicing, whether or not it was with the team or by himself he made sure he was on the field for several hours. However as he got closer to the stadium he had noticed that someone else was already in it, someone was practicing. He wondered at this point if it would be a bad idea to practice separately, they were already busy with something…whatever it was it was easily giving the person a hard time. The buldgers were unforgivable in the Quidditch pitch; he had to look out for those two he knew without being knocked off his broomstick.

As he got into the stadium he got out to where he could see what was going on, wondering what the person on their broomstick was doing. But by the time he had gotten to the stands, they were indeed incredible to climb. They were so high up, but gave off a wonderful view of the area around the Quidditch pitch and outside of the arena as well. As he looked around he had hoped that the person had not left just yet, maybe he wondered that they could perhaps practice together.

However his thought of that happening were damped to see that the person had left, disappeared from the arena. But he noticed he wasn’t alone in the stands, someone else was already there as he looked over recognizing the green coat that she was wearing. A Slytherin. He was wondering if he should talk to her at all. Of course he knew his own father had enemies amongst the Slytherins, and perhaps could have made friends. She seemed like she was by herself, and who knew that they were talking. It seemed that no one else was around, not a soul besides the two of them was there. “Um hi, can I sit next to you?” He asked, once again like the time he had talked with Tabby he was feeling a bit of nervousness coming to him. Why was he like this? Well he was pretty quiet towards his family, maybe it was just different since he wasn’t used to them, in fact some of them he didn’t now at all.

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

Niamh replaced her shirt to cover herself, and rubbed at the bruise from over the material, she knew it was going to sting later.she'd have to visit the hospital wing for some cream that would make the bruising decrease. That was the only thing she despised about quidditch - the bruises and the broken limbs - when the Gryffindor walked over to her. She refrained from groaning. If Niamh didn't like anyone it was Gryffindors. But she forced a pleasant smile and waved for him to sit down. Niamh knew who he was. It was one of the potter siblings. "Sure" she spoke after a moment. "Albus Potter right?" she asked, she started to realise that because she had gestured for him to sit, in a friendly manner, she was going to have to stay friendly. Running a hand through her long hair, he bit her bottom lip to stop herself rolling her eyes. Niamh really did not like Gryffindors, they were almost as bad as birds... Niamh really did hate birds. She placed a hand on her broom, which was sat beside her, once the winded feeling had worn off. She had intended to start practising again. Niamh always felt content when she was on a broom.  She smoothed the material of her shirt with one hand, making sure it covered her stomach. She hated it when t-shirts rode up. 

[ALBUS SERVERUS POTTER]

“Thanks. And yes, that’s my name. What’s yours?” He asked as he sat down beside Niamh and had noticed her broom. He had one of his own that his parents had given him, that was back in his dorm with the other Gryffindors. Al himself had known that many Slytherins were disliked by Gryffindors and vice versa. But the thing that he didn’t get was why that it had continued this feud for so many years? He may have not understood the reasoning for it, but he didn’t see much of reason for hating the Slytherins. In general he thought that they were similar to his brother, well when they decided to pull pranks or speak horrible things up about the others. He was used to that now, he had maintained his father’s calm personality within it, and didn’t shriek or react to them in an avenging way.

Plus he had wanted or attempted to make new friends with some of the other members of the school. So far it hadn’t been that easy but he was still trying. Maybe he could befriend this girl? But maybe not she was surely older than him. Maybe it was better if he just tried with the friends in his own year or the first year. He wasn’t sure just yet, but he was still trying. But if Niamh didn't want to be friends, he would understand that as well and move on. It was as simple as that.

[NIAMH JENNA CONNOLLY]

"M'name is Niamh" her words were a little muffled as she mumbled. "Niamh Connolly - Pronounced Nee-v" she added, holding her hand out for him to shake. Niamh hated it when people mispronounced her name. Sure it looked like Ni-am, but it wasn't pronounced that way. Niamh was named after one of the Irish Godesses. Having a Potter as an ally could be good for her. She placed the hand she wasn't holding out on her ribs, and sighed.

"What year are you in?" she questioned suddenly, after having been lost in thought for a moment. Niamh appraised him for a moment. He was kinda cute. In that young looking way. Tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, she tried to appear friendly. If she were honest she was a little surprised that he'd come and talked to her. Maybe he hadn't heard that she liked to terrorize the first years. The thought put a small smirk on her face. She really did like to watch them squirm. It was fun.