Her laugh is quiet, personal, and she elbows him gently in the ribs, the move concealed from her class by their robes.
"You owe me, old man," she murmurs right back, eyeing her class but doing nothing to discourage their growing curiosity at the conversation happening before them, seen but unheard.
Her own engraved broom is in her hand already, though it hovers nearby of its own accord whether she asks it to or not. She's not about to offer it to him, as it may or may not possess any number of enchantments to prevent tampering. The habit has served her well through the years.
Instead, she reaches out with a silent, wandless command, and a nearby "vintage" Firebolt (one of her visual Incentives for her class) flies into her outstretched hand. She passes it over to Draco with very little ceremony.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," she informs him, honestly. Though she'd be only mildly offended if he didn't believe her. "You'll forgive me if I don't release a proper Snitch, we really don't need history repeating itself," she continues with a fond grin, shaking her head before turning back to her class.
"Professor Malfoy, out of the kindness of his heart, has agreed to show you lot a few of the basics," she addresses them, and even to her surprise, they're mostly silent and actually paying attention. She really should have abused her coworkers sooner. And then she turns to Draco with a small, sweeping gesture, eyebrows raised as if to say take it away.
"Brooms down until I tell you otherwise," she adds before he can get started, though, mounting her own broom and hovering there, ready to assist, if necessary. Or if the mood strikes her.
"I'm one year older than you, and we graduated together," he mutters testily, but accepts the broom she shoves at him, giving it a quick once-over despite her assurances and finding it perfectly acceptable, to his mild surprise. Perhaps she really does want his help in instructing her students. What a strange thought.
He rolls his eyes as he takes a few steps away and mounts his broom. "I'd forfeit over spending the night lying on the Quidditch pitch again," he says dismissively, and kicks off to hover about fifteen feet up, pressing the broom handle between his knees and locking his ankles to free up both his hands. It's fairly basic, and not very maneuverable, but it looks impressive.
"Right. First off, if you mess about, your broom will mess you about, so don't do it." He directs a stare at a pair of students, naturally Gryffindors, who are messing about trying to press the twigs of their broomsticks into each other's faces. It takes a moment, but they stop. Good enough. "Second, each broom is a little different, but they'll still respond quite quickly to whatever movements you're making. Err on the side of caution." To emphasize the point, he shifts his weight just enough to spin the broom in midair without needing his hands. "Lean left to go left, right to go right, obviously. Forward to accelerate, lean back to stop. Everything else is just a matter of reflexes."
He looks down at Ginny, arms folded. "If you're not releasing an actual Snitch, what am I doing up here?" he asks with a little smirk.
She grins warmly in contrast to his dismissal, glad they're on the same page once again, even if they clearly have differing emotions regarding nostalgia.
She's nodding along with his improvised lesson, much the same as she's been telling the little bastards all along, and his direct question seems to pull her out a reverie. Her grin is a little too wicked for her audience, but she manages to reign it in enough to say, "Providing valuable, informative entertainment," before summoning a sealed chest of Quidditch paraphernalia from one of the sheds nearby.
There's no ceremony to opening it, but everything remains in its place, for now.
"Alright, you lot remember about all of these, yeah? Bludgers, Quaffle, and Snitch?" she scans the faces, majority of them nodding eagerly, a few more vocal about their understanding. "Think you're up for a match?" Even more vocal affirmations, though a couple look a bit worried.
"Professor Malfoy and I will captain, and play Seeker," she tells them. "And so there's no nonsense, we're mixing the houses, so don't get any ideas," she tells them, enjoying a little too much the air of scandal this announcement has declared. And not for any desire to prevent house rivalry, mostly it would just keep them a little more likely to pay attention and hopefully play just a little less dirty. It's a lost cause, but maybe it'll be entertaining in the end.
"I can't promise the Snitch will care about our time limit, so everyone mount up and follow me to the pitch." The Quidditch pitch where a lower, slightly more safety-conscious set of goals has been erected, just for practice such as this. The full-size exist if the danger proves to be a non-issue.
"You six," she points out four Slytherins and two Gryffindors, "Are with me. You lot," she motions to six more, four Gryffindors and two Slytherins. "With Professor Malfoy. And you," she motions to the remaining few. "Stand at the ready to swap in."
She rubs her hands together, balancing on her broom much as Draco is, clearly vibrating with the excitement of it all.
"Any questions?" she'll at least let them try to sort out what positions they'd like to play of the remaining, and then the game shall begin. With maybe only one Bludger in play to start.
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"You owe me, old man," she murmurs right back, eyeing her class but doing nothing to discourage their growing curiosity at the conversation happening before them, seen but unheard.
Her own engraved broom is in her hand already, though it hovers nearby of its own accord whether she asks it to or not. She's not about to offer it to him, as it may or may not possess any number of enchantments to prevent tampering. The habit has served her well through the years.
Instead, she reaches out with a silent, wandless command, and a nearby "vintage" Firebolt (one of her visual Incentives for her class) flies into her outstretched hand. She passes it over to Draco with very little ceremony.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," she informs him, honestly. Though she'd be only mildly offended if he didn't believe her. "You'll forgive me if I don't release a proper Snitch, we really don't need history repeating itself," she continues with a fond grin, shaking her head before turning back to her class.
"Professor Malfoy, out of the kindness of his heart, has agreed to show you lot a few of the basics," she addresses them, and even to her surprise, they're mostly silent and actually paying attention. She really should have abused her coworkers sooner. And then she turns to Draco with a small, sweeping gesture, eyebrows raised as if to say take it away.
"Brooms down until I tell you otherwise," she adds before he can get started, though, mounting her own broom and hovering there, ready to assist, if necessary. Or if the mood strikes her.
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He rolls his eyes as he takes a few steps away and mounts his broom. "I'd forfeit over spending the night lying on the Quidditch pitch again," he says dismissively, and kicks off to hover about fifteen feet up, pressing the broom handle between his knees and locking his ankles to free up both his hands. It's fairly basic, and not very maneuverable, but it looks impressive.
"Right. First off, if you mess about, your broom will mess you about, so don't do it." He directs a stare at a pair of students, naturally Gryffindors, who are messing about trying to press the twigs of their broomsticks into each other's faces. It takes a moment, but they stop. Good enough. "Second, each broom is a little different, but they'll still respond quite quickly to whatever movements you're making. Err on the side of caution." To emphasize the point, he shifts his weight just enough to spin the broom in midair without needing his hands. "Lean left to go left, right to go right, obviously. Forward to accelerate, lean back to stop. Everything else is just a matter of reflexes."
He looks down at Ginny, arms folded. "If you're not releasing an actual Snitch, what am I doing up here?" he asks with a little smirk.
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She's nodding along with his improvised lesson, much the same as she's been telling the little bastards all along, and his direct question seems to pull her out a reverie. Her grin is a little too wicked for her audience, but she manages to reign it in enough to say, "Providing valuable, informative entertainment," before summoning a sealed chest of Quidditch paraphernalia from one of the sheds nearby.
There's no ceremony to opening it, but everything remains in its place, for now.
"Alright, you lot remember about all of these, yeah? Bludgers, Quaffle, and Snitch?" she scans the faces, majority of them nodding eagerly, a few more vocal about their understanding. "Think you're up for a match?" Even more vocal affirmations, though a couple look a bit worried.
"Professor Malfoy and I will captain, and play Seeker," she tells them. "And so there's no nonsense, we're mixing the houses, so don't get any ideas," she tells them, enjoying a little too much the air of scandal this announcement has declared. And not for any desire to prevent house rivalry, mostly it would just keep them a little more likely to pay attention and hopefully play just a little less dirty. It's a lost cause, but maybe it'll be entertaining in the end.
"I can't promise the Snitch will care about our time limit, so everyone mount up and follow me to the pitch." The Quidditch pitch where a lower, slightly more safety-conscious set of goals has been erected, just for practice such as this. The full-size exist if the danger proves to be a non-issue.
"You six," she points out four Slytherins and two Gryffindors, "Are with me. You lot," she motions to six more, four Gryffindors and two Slytherins. "With Professor Malfoy. And you," she motions to the remaining few. "Stand at the ready to swap in."
She rubs her hands together, balancing on her broom much as Draco is, clearly vibrating with the excitement of it all.
"Any questions?" she'll at least let them try to sort out what positions they'd like to play of the remaining, and then the game shall begin. With maybe only one Bludger in play to start.