"Too bad," Cho laughed, knowing full well that Cormac liked it when she surprised him. "You'll just have to suffer."
Grinning impishly, she stepped away from him and gracefully mounted her Shooting Star - the handcrafted broom was a gift from her grandmother and a sign that not all of her family agreed with her great-grandfather even if they wouldn't speak out against him. "If you don't want to play, you can always sit in the stands and cheer me on," she said, catching his chin in a delicate hand as she hovered near him so she could give him a sharp, short, heated kiss. "Tag," she whispered, "you're it," before setting her broom on its bristles and rocketing away toward the heavens.