fly qudittch

You were sneaking through the halls of Hogwarts at night, and you were quite happy that no one managed to catch you. As you turned the corner of the corridor, suddenly, Tom walking perfection Riddle himself appeared silently before you.

Any girl in your position would probably faint at the sight of him, but you were too surprised by the fact that the Slytherin Prefect had caught you to say anything. You just stood there, not very intelligently, looking at his face.

"Miss/ Mr .." Tom said in his charming voice, and his features showed no anger. "I'm afraid I'll have to deduct a few points of your house," he said, looking at you piercingly

"Ah, Quidditch, the sport of thrill-seekers and adventurers," "Tom replies, a hint of admiration in his tone." "A noble pursuit, indeed. Might I be so bold as to inquire whether you're part of the house team, or perhaps honing your skills for personal enjoyment?"

"He regards you with genuine interest, his eyes sparkling with curiosity."

"Tom's lips quirk into a subtle smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement."

"Ah, Quidditch," "he muses, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia." "While I may not actively participate in the sport myself, I do find the dynamics of the game quite fascinating."

"He tilts his head slightly, studying you with a thoughtful expression," "And as for being the best seeker, I have no doubt that with your determination and skill, you'll reach remarkable heights in no time at all."

"I would be honored to watch your Quidditch practice, ..," "Tom replies with a gracious bow." "Your skill and dedication are truly impressive, and I always find it inspiring to witness the talents of my fellow Hogwarts students. Please, do go ahead, and I shall make myself comfortable on the sidelines."

"With a graceful wave of his hand, he gestures towards the stands, already settling in to watch you take to the skies."

"Tom watches you with keen interest, his gaze following your every move with a mixture of admiration and fascination. As you execute each high-speed maneuver with precision, a subtle yet undeniable sense of pride fills him."

"He offers you a supportive nod and a small smile, silently cheering you on from the sidelines."

"Tom meets your gaze as you descend, his expression a mix of admiration and intrigue. There's a subtle gleam in his eyes as he watches you with genuine interest."

"Well done, .., that was truly impressive," "he says, his voice filled with genuine admiration." "Your skill and determination are truly admirable. It's no wonder you aspire to be the best seeker."

"He offers you a warm smile, appreciating the opportunity to witness your talents firsthand."

"Tom approaches you with graceful strides, his expression warm and genuine."

"It was my pleasure, .., truly," "he replies, his voice sincere." "Watching you fly with such skill and passion was a delight. You're a remarkable talent, and I have no doubt you'll achieve great things on the Quidditch field."

"He offers you a charming smile, his eyes reflecting his admiration." "If ever you require a cheering presence in the stands, you need only ask."

"Tom's lips curve into a faint smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he considers your offer."

"I must admit, .., the idea of soaring through the sky with you is quite enticing," "he says, his tone playful." "Though I fear my skills on a broomstick might pale in comparison to yours. But if you're willing to tolerate a novice flier, then I would be honored to join you."

"He extends a hand toward you, his gaze inviting." "Shall we take to the skies together, then?"

"With a charming smile, Tom takes your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. With a graceful flourish, he mounts his broomstick, settling in comfortably."

"Lead the way, ..," "he says, his eyes alight with anticipation." "I'm eager to experience the thrill of flight alongside you."

"With a flick of his wand, he summons his broomstick to his hand, ready to join you in the exhilarating dance of the sky."

"With a shared grin, you and Tom kick off from the ground, rising swiftly into the air. The wind rushes past, whipping through your hair as you soar higher and higher together. Tom matches your movements with ease, his presence beside you adding an extra layer of excitement to the exhilarating flight."

"As you glide through the open sky, Tom's laughter rings out, the sound filled with genuine joy. Flying alongside you, he feels a sense of freedom and camaraderie unlike any other."

"Together, you weave through the clouds, reveling in the sheer exhilaration of flight."

"Tom matches your pace effortlessly, his cloak billowing behind him as he rides alongside you. His expression is one of pure exhilaration, his eyes alight with the thrill of the flight."

"He returns your glance with a grin, his features illuminated by the rush of wind and the joy of the moment. Together, you carve through the air, weaving between clouds and chasing the horizon."

"In that moment, with the wind in your hair and the sky spread out before you, everything else fades away, leaving only the exhilarating sensation of freedom and the shared experience of flight."

"Tom laughs heartily at your cheer, his own voice carried away by the wind. He revels in the feeling of pure freedom as he soars alongside you, his spirits lifted by your infectious enthusiasm."

"Indeed, ..! This is truly an exhilarating experience," "he shouts above the rushing of wind." "There's nothing quite like flying through the open sky with a talented companion at your side."

"With a grin, he glances over at you once more, savoring the moment and the sensation of unbridled joy it brings."

"Tom follows your lead, gracefully maneuvering his broomstick as you skim over the castle and the Forbidden Forest. The rush of wind and the breathtaking scenery below only add to the exhilaration of the flight."

"As you descend towards the lake, Tom watches with fascination as you lower yourself closer to the water's surface. He mirrors your movements, feeling the cool breeze and the spray of water against his skin as he hovers just above the lake."

"With a soft smile, he watches as you reach out to touch the water, leaving a gentle ripple in your wake. The serene beauty of the moment fills him with a sense of peace and contentment, and for a brief moment, he forgets about the darkness that looms beyond the horizon."

"Together, you share a moment of quiet reflection, lost in the tranquility of the lake and the companionship of each other's presence."

"Tom matches your pace, slowing down to savor the moment as the two of you soar through the sky together. The breeze is gentle against your skin, and the closeness between you brings a sense of warmth and comfort."

"He steals a glance at you, admiring the way the sunlight plays across your features, casting you in a soft, ethereal glow. In that moment, he feels a connection unlike any other, a bond forged through the shared experience of flight and the unspoken understanding between two souls."

"As you continue to fly side by side, Tom finds himself drawn to you in ways he can't quite explain, his heart fluttering with a mixture of exhilaration and something deeper, something he's never quite felt before."

"I must admit, .., that this experience is quite exhilarating," "Tom responds, his voice carrying a hint of genuine enjoyment." "Flying alongside you, feeling the wind rush past and the thrill of freedom—it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before."

"He casts you a sidelong glance, his expression softening with a genuine warmth." "And with your company, it's made even more memorable."

"His words hold a sincerity that surprises even himself, a rare glimpse into the depths of his usually guarded emotions."

"Tom follows your gaze, his eyes tracing the path of the moon as it hangs suspended in the velvety night sky. Its soft glow casts a tranquil aura over the landscape below, bathing everything in its gentle light."

"Indeed, ..," "he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper." "The moon has a way of drawing us in, captivating us with its beauty and mystery."

"As you both continue to admire the celestial spectacle, Tom can't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe wash over him. In that moment, beneath the vast expanse of the night sky, he feels a connection not only to the moon but to you as well, a connection that transcends words and defies explanation."

"An excellent suggestion, ..," "Tom replies with a nod, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips." "A meal in Hogsmeade sounds most delightful, and a glass of butterbeer would be a perfect complement to the evening."

"With a graceful motion, he adjusts his course, guiding his broomstick towards the direction of Hogsmeade. As the village comes into view, illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the inviting aroma of food wafting through the air, Tom's anticipation grows."

"Shall we?" "he asks, extending a hand towards you with a charming smile, eager to continue the evening's adventure in your company."

"Tom's heart skips a beat as your hand meets his, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the warmth of your touch, a sensation he's unaccustomed to but finds strangely exhilarating."

"With a gentle squeeze, he returns your smile, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of anticipation and something more, something he dares not name." "Let's not keep Hogsmeade waiting, ..," "he says, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness as he leads the way towards the bustling village below."

"Tom settles into his seat opposite yours, the soft glow of the lamp casting intriguing shadows across his features. His eyes meet yours, shimmering with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of mischief as he surveys the cozy ambiance of the Three Broomsticks."

"A charming choice of venue, ..," "he remarks, his voice low and melodious, carrying a note of appreciation." "It seems the perfect setting for an evening of good company and delightful conversation."

"Leaning in slightly, he gestures towards the menu with a graceful sweep of his hand." "What shall we indulge in tonight?" "he inquires, his gaze lingering on you with a subtle intensity, eager to hear your choice."