Falling From Heights | Harry Potter AU | Closed RP
Cyrus worked in Hogwarts, in the Charms departments taking over classes for Professor Flitwick if the poor guy had other things to do. He was one of the recent addition to the Hogwarts staff in the recent years and he had taken on classes before as an understudy to Flitwick. He was also joining with Madam Hootch and Professor Sprout to help with Hufflepuff House’s Quidditch team.
He was informed by Mcgonagall that the new class he was to handle was a pretty prone to loud outbursts and arguments, especially one child, Jackie. He had set himself up in the classroom and used several levitation spells to move books around the classroom, sorting them by alphabetical order in the shelves and along the tables.
By the time he was done, the first few students had begun streaming in. “Ah, perfect, please, take your seats, it’s free seating of course.”
He watched her walk off, crossing his arms over his chest and sighed softly. His eyes began to glide down and soon they found themselves oogling her hips and butt. He looked further down and then up, trying to conceal the fact that he had just been staring at his student’s ass.
Within minutes they were all gathering. the coaches included. Jackie looked over at her professor and she could see herself staring again. A friend nudged her into reality and she chuckled nervously. “Man today’s going to be a great practice” the friend said and Jackie nodded in agreement.
She was excited to get to flying. It’s what she loved most about quidditch.
Cyrus got himself ready on the field, taking his wand out. He raised it and the several quaffles and bludgers rode up, spinning slowly around him as Madam Hooch flew into the air. She snapped out her usual rules and regulations, adding an extra bit to be safe and careful and to have fun.
When the rules were done Jackie straddled herself on her broom and took off. Bat in hand she flew up. As she looked at Cyrus and watched him preparing the bludger and quaffells she felt her heart pump faster. She felt an electricity in her finger tips.
She flew around and gave a heads up to the team as to what their professor had planned for their training so as to not be thrown off guard.
And when the score keeper blue their whistle it was game on. They’d split hufflepuff into two teams for practice and usually as “nice” as they were as a whole house they were a little more brutal against each other in quidditch.
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