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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,

She shrugged and finally pulled away from him, not staggering or anything as she stood on her own two feet. She was lucky, and she knew it. She could have been knocked out, easily, by that thing. Looks like the luck that kept her from getting killed everytime she walked out of the house was still working here. Which was good, or she'd soon be covered in bruises. She could fade them out, by they still hurt.

"Oh. I've never heard of that, though I think it sometimes happens to Quidditch players."

She looked at him for a moment, and then started laughing. It was an odd conversation they were having, not one that she would have ever had back in London, and she would admit it delighted her, although she wasn't fully sure if he realized what he was saying. He seemed rather innocent, really.

"I'm glad to know that you're at least fairly good with that stick of yours. We should try it some time, you and me, me with my little wand and you with your big stick."

Okay, now that was going to far. She cleared her throat and looked away, fighting back the color that wanted to rise in her cheeks.

"So... shall we, then? The mountains?"