Morning Flight ((OPEN))

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Friday, 2 September 1994

It was the day after Hogwarts had opened for the year and it was the first day of classes. Cedric was up far earlier than he needed to be for classes (and even for breakfast for that matter) because he wanted to be. He wanted the lone, early morning flying workout he could get before he went to clean up for breakfast and classes. He worked out both on and off the Pitch, both on and off a broom. Not only would he practice flying and Quidditch as part of his workouts, but he would also do Muggle cardiovascular exercises such as running, situps, and pushups, to name a few. Cedric wanted to be healthy, fit, and in shape, and knew that it would start with taking care of himself and his body--even if it meant rising with the sun.

Cedric crouched to open the Quidditch trunk he had hauled along with him from the locker room and reverently pulled the Golden Snitch from the middle hole in the wooden chest. Within moments, the Snitch was activated, the wings buzzing furiously as it tried to break free from the confines of Cedric's hand. Smirking, the Hufflepuff let the Snitch go and it flew off - the Captain and Seeker giving the golden flying ball several moments' head start before mounting his broom and zooming off after it. The wind whipping through his hair, Cedric flew after the Snitch, twisting and turning, darting and dodging. The chase went on for long moments--the Snitch using the magical almost-mind-of-its-own to expertly pull from the Seeker's grasp in the last breath--before Cedric finally stretched out his arm and claimed the golden ball for his own as his hand clutched around it.

Grinning wildly, Cedric palmed the Snitch and gripped the handle of his broom handle as he pulled up and spun around in the air. Now that he had his desired prize, Cedric stayed on his broom to fly around a big more, practicing his flying moves so he could be more efficient when it came time to play their first Quidditch match of the season. He twirled and zig-zagged through the air, practicing what moves he knew (and even trying out a few new ones that he made up there on the spot) before he spiraled down to the ground, stopping just before his feet touched the grass, coming to a safe landing.

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It was often that Joan woke up earlier than her roommates, but that was not due to the fact that she was a morning person. In fact, she rarely enjoyed getting out of bed that early, but what followed made her happy, made her feel alive. The only reason she would give up those extra minutes of sleep was to work on her body. Being active and sporty was what Joan loved the most. That was exactly why in her second year at Hogwarts she had applied for a position in the Slytherin Quidditch team, and she also got it. She had been the team's Keeper for three years. This was going to be her fourth year and she was determined to make the best out of it.

Quietly, so that she did not wake up her roommates, she put on a pair of black sweatpants and a green T-shirt with the symbol of the Slytherins on her chest. She pulled her long blonde hair into a high ponytail, then grabbed her broomstick and slowly walked out of the room. She should have honestly got a medal for how many times before she had managed not to wake anyone up with her morning noise! As she had expected, no one was in the Common Room. Everyone was probably sleeping, and that was understandable. It was way too early and it was only the second day of school. That was not a setback for Joan however.

Walking outside, on her beloved Quidditch pitch, she was surprised to see that she was not the only one out there. Cedric Diggory... she smirked to herself. The perfect boy the guys envied and the girls wanted. He was a terrific Quidditch player, as well as a Prefect, which was why everyone in the school seemed to have a crush on him. Joan however could measure him easily, so she was not at all impressed by his antics and his popularity. Climbing on her broom, she took off in his direction, when he was not looking.
"Watch out!" she shouted, flying off right by his head. She had not hit him; she had not meant to hit him, in fact. Just give him a little notice; things were not going to be easy for him that year either, because Joan Tate was back as well.

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The Golden Snitch still struggled in Cedric's clenched fist, wings beating furiously in a futile attempt to escape his grasp. The Hufflepuff smirked and clutched it tighter until the Snitch stopped struggling and he palmed it to lock it back in the trunk.

However, before he was able to do that, someone whizzed by on her broom, and Cedric glared up angrily as she narrowly missed his head, noting the shock of blonde hair and recognizing the voice as belonging to none other than the younger Slytherin: Joan Tate.

Quickly locking the Snitch back into its holder inside the chest, Cedric closed and locked the latch before he mounted his broom and shot off after Joan with a, "Hey!" As he neared her, he feigned like he were going to crash into her, before pulling off and circling around her in a wide arch. After all, she hadn't actually flown into him, so he wouldn't purposefully crash into her, either.

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It was a well-known fact that most Slytherins were fully against inter-House relationships, and we are not talking here about being romantically involved with someone from another House. Most Slytherins could not make friends to anyone from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Damn, many of them could not even connect with their House-mates, but that was a whole different story. Joan was not necessarily against this type of relationships, but truth being told, she did not really have friends outside of her House. However, unlike many other Slytherins, she did not hate the others only because their ties were not green and silver.

She did not hate Cedric Diggory either, though from the outside, it could seem so at times. However, there was this type of rivalry between them that emerged from many aspects of their lives. Thank God they were in different years, otherwise they would have confronted each other for better grades as well! They were both Prefects, both Quidditch players, both pretty popular in the eyes of the other students in the school. Both ambitious and not willing to let go of what they thought it belonged to them, especially when it came to the field.

Joan had just stopped in the air for a little while when she noticed Cedric approaching her rapidly. Widening her eyes, she instinctively ducked, though he did eventually pull off and started circling around her. For a second there, she had thought that he was actually going to crash into her, but she was never going to let it show. Instead, her lips pulled into a confident smile.
"Good morning, Diggory. I didn't think I would see you here again this year. Did you miss me?" she asked, slightly raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to stop as well.

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