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Angelina Johnson (angie_j) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Angie nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I was lucky like that. Both of my parents are magical but Mum's muggleborn, so I know it's not as easy as that for everyone," he said. Her Mama had told her stories about the culture shock of the wizarding world when she was only eleven, so that Angie knew to take care of those in her own year who needed the extra help. "Dad's not the biggest Quidditch fan, but he supported Tornadoes, took me to a game once or twice," she explained. "I got hooked."

She could see Dominic's mind working as he spoke. Maybe he'd been a Ravenclaw. Not that being cerebral definitely meant Ravenclaw, but it was a good indication. She didn't think she remembered him from Gryffindor though. "I'll be honest I didn't do the spell work, she's second hand the guy I bought her from had already done everything, or had it done. Not sure." She shrugged, she'd been able to try the bike out before she bought it and been satisfied it was in order. She kept it well maintained and it ran just fine. She nodded. "Yeah, I had her shipped. Well wrapped in actual packing and protective spells, but it was a pretty tense space of time there."

When he gestured to his outfit she allowed her eyes to drag down his body with intent. He was definitely cute. She'd noticed when he first stood up in the pub, but there was no harm in a little flirting surely. Flicking her eyes back to his face she grinned. "Yeah, well I swear like the proverbial sailor and my mouth sort of gets away with me sometimes, so I'm not going to win any elegance contests either," she said, smacking her helmet down properly over her hair and clicking the catch shut.

"So, have you ridden before?" she asked. That was a good thing to ask. If he'd ridden either broom or bike before he was at something of an advantage, especially once they got into the air, but neither was really necessary. She pulled on her leather jacket and zipped it up properly, wriggling slightly to adjust it so it sat okay over her shirt and nothing was clumping uncomfortably.