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Zacharias Smith (unspeakableness) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Zacharias was pretty sure he'd won the lottery when it came to date activities. Not only had he gotten to fly a high-performance racing broom, but he got to keep that high-performance racing broom. True, he didn't have a lot of use for it in his day to day life, but maybe this just meant he'd have to make more time for it when he wasn't working and taking care of all the annoying responsibilities that came with being an adult. And he'd even gotten to meet a few racers. And he hadn't even been upset at losing! Which was shamefully a bit of a big deal for him, though he reasoned part of it was because they had more experience than he did, and another was that he was no longer in school, no longer being ridiculed by someone commentating his actions on the Quidditch pitch. The day had been good enough to make him momentarily forget that his wrist had been broken when Ben's name had been the one pulled as the person who'd won him for this date.

He nodded at what Ben said, taking a sip of his gillywater. "It was. And had I known more about racing in Hogwarts, I wouldn't have focused so much on Quidditch." It was, at least in part, a joke, but in part a bit of truth. The only time Quidditch offered that kind of speeds for him as a chaser had been diving for a missed Quaffle pass or trying to race to the other side of the pitch. "It's probably about as close to free flying as anyone can get without sprouting wings or ending up as a bird animagus," he added, idly thinking about how charming and transfiguring wings would work on a person. Somehow, he wasn't sure it'd work too well on the basis of how humans were designed, but he decided not to bore Ben with such stupid thoughts.