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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] oh gravity, stay the hell away from me Noah’s attention span had been even shorter than normal throughout the day. He found himself fidgeting and squirming during his classes. Snape had even made sure to deduct a few points for it. Nothing could take him off of cloud nine, though. If last night had been fantastic, today was about to be the best day of his entire life. He’d scarfed down breakfast that morning, barely even tasting his food. Noah just planned on making it through classes as quickly as possible. Honestly, Noah hadn’t listened to a thing any of his professors had said all day. He knew it was terrible, but he didn’t care. Noah just wanted the afternoon to roll around. Today he was going to try and get Pippa to fly. Pippa, his darling, wonderful Pippa. He’d awoken this morning thinking that the previous night had been a dream. Luckily for him, it had all been very real. When he’d seen her that morning at breakfast, he had felt the cheesy grin spread across his features. It was like everyone knew something had happened between them. The air around them felt different. Noah found that he was literally walking in the clouds. He’d never been happier, and this afternoon was going to solidify their newfound relationship and the way in which they could work together to accomplish something. Noah had gone to lunch with some of his buddies. He hadn’t seen Pippa there, and he was a bit worried she was going to skip out on him. They’d plan to meet at the quidditch pitch, and although he knew her terror of flying, he also knew that she wouldn’t just ditch him without saying. He was fully prepared for Pippa to come with a million and two excuses as to why she shouldn’t try this today. Last night had almost seemed too easy. He didn’t have to do much bribing or coercing. In fact, she had pretty much agreed from the get go. It was all very surprising to him, since he’d been trying to get her to do this for years and years. However, he placed his trust in her, and if she had promised him she would try, he was definitely going to hold her to that promise. After eating, he’d gone to the common room with the guys and climbed towards his room. He hadn’t taken his broom back over to the pitch yet, since tryouts hadn’t happened yet. After tryouts, he would be able to keep his broom over there in the locker room. Grabbing it carefully, he smiled. Just feeling the smooth wood beneath his hands was enough to soothe any of his worries. There was nothing in the world like being on a broomstick. To Noah, quidditch had always been everything. The only thing that made him serious was a quidditch match. Now that Pippa was in his life as more than a friend, she had suddenly taken a large spot in his life, sharing the spotlight that quidditch usually had. Making his way back to the ground floor, Noah found that he was nearly running. He couldn’t help it, he was excited. Exiting the castle, he began the lengthy walk towards the pitch. It was a familiar route, one that usually was accompanied by butterflies in his stomach and nerves right before a big match. Today, he felt a different kind of nervous. Today was all about having fun. He was the excited kind of nervous, and it made him quicken his step slightly. Finally reaching his destination, Noah was glad to see that no one else was around. That could have made matters much worse. Pippa probably would have refused instantly. Because the season hadn’t started yet, Noah had felt confident about having the pitch to themselves. Pippa wasn’t there yet. He was a few minutes early, so he wasn’t too worried – yet. Taking the time to his advantage, he easily slipped onto his broom and kicked off the ground, enjoying the familiar sensation of flying. The wind moved past him as he climbed higher in the air, weaving and bobbing around a bit. He kept his eyes trained to the ground, waiting to see Pippa appear. For now though he spent his time whizzing around on his broom, the wind pushing his hair away from his face. There was no better feeling in the world than being on a broomstick. words 754 tagged PIPPA <3 notes Yay! Flying time. I can’t wait for this. NOPA <3 coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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calling all angels,

Pippa had woken this morning, sheets about her ankles as usual, convinced she had just experienced the most detailed dream in existence. It took her a good two minutes, a long stretch, and a few blinks before she came to the realization that last night hadn't been a dream at all. That it had been real. The kiss, the compliments, the looks. The feelings. And again, the kiss. Everything between her and Noah had actually happened. And that brought on a wide smile, particularly wide for seven in the morning.

That smile only continued through breakfast. Being the early bird, and despite only managing a few hours of sleep, she had beaten Noah to the Great Hall. The large grin on his face, though, when he walked in the room only sent her features beaming. He hadn't changed his mind. Her Noah was still looking at her as he had last night. And her Noah. Her Noah. She had tossed the words about her mind, loving the sound of the pairing. She had also watched as their friends' face flitted with hints of recognition and then knowing; eventually, Pippa made a game out of guessing who knew and who didn't. The ratios were very skewed. Undoubtedly, the air around them had changed. And it was better than any of her previous daydreams.

The remainder of her morning had been spent with that same smile and her mind stepping away for moments on end as she quelled her disbelief and replayed the last ten hours happily. It wasn't until the period before lunch that Pippa had managed to recall that second part of their night. The part in which she agreed to try flying with Noah.

Her damned conscious had suspiciously forgotten that bit of the conversation, her absolute bliss easily taking over the portion of her that was responsible for worry. Or self-preservation. Minutes after feeling her own heart enter her stomach, Pippa was in the library, frantically pulling books off the shelves. Every and anything they had on flying.

While the others were at lunch, Pippa was bent over said books, searching through pages for facts on broomsticks and flying disasters. Her reasoning? Well, there really wasn't any legitimate reasoning, but maybe if she had presented this to Noah, he'd let her off without much resistance. Or maybe, there was that odd chance that the research would offer her overactive fear some comfort.

As her eyes skimmed over the details of an incident involving a wizard and a broomstick set aflame, she decided the latter was very unlikely.

Pippa had been fairly quick to agree last night, under his trustworthy gaze and the sense of desire in his voice. In his arms, she had the promise of safety calming her fears. And the moment Noah had asked her to do it for him, her pendulum had quickly swayed. Today, with the reality of flying right around the corner, she found the pendulum to be broken. The mere thought of feeling the wood of a broomstick made her palms sweaty. And that was just not attractive!

Still, after the last class let out, she found herself walking towards the Quidditch Pitch, if only to see Noah again. And the excited look on his face. The knowledge that she was partially behind that animated sparkle in his eye was great motivation. As much as she feared flying, there was no way she was about to stand Noah up. And her feet dutifully paced along the path to the Pitch, refusing to go any slower than a slightly quick-paced walk.

They only stopped when she was right around the corner of the field's entrance, just for a brief moment of hesitation. Her body was readying itself for a whirlwind of adrenaline, while her mind brought forward every excuse and factoid she had previously conjured. Her heart made a point of piping in with the counter-argument. This was for Noah. They'd do it together. There really was no telling who'd win here.

Inhale and turn. Slowly, Pippa made her way onto the field, browsing the green area or any sign of Noah. She stayed close to the wooden walls of the bleachers, as if stepping out boldly would cause her to burst into flames. Like that poor wizard she had read about. A familiar swishing caused Pippa's chin to tilt upwards, finding Noah in his natural habitat.

Her nerves were put on hold momentarily as she followed him with her eyes. She had seen him on a broom a million and one times, and admittedly each time she had looked at him admiringly. Flying was like walking for Noah; it was engrained in his being. And the look on his face spoke wonders to just how he felt about it. Now, the wind pulling at his hair and the sun hitting his features, she felt her breath give a quick kick.

Pulling herself from her reverie, Pippa took another few steps, leaning back against a bleacher pole. Her legs crossed in front of her in an attempt to give off some air of cool, but her heel digging in to the grass suggested a complete lack thereof. Noah would know. He knew her all too well.

"Noah," she called in to the air, bringing her hands to her mouth to amplify the sound and catch his attention, "Now you're just showing off!" She broke out in to laughter, a smirk plastered across her face.

There had been a little, almost undetectable hitch in one of these laughs, however. Just another reminder of the fact that Pippa was fairly certain she was going to die tonight. All for Noah.

notes: I'm soo excited about this! I love making Pippa freak out, but not as much as I love Nopa! <3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] oh gravity, stay the hell away from me To a witch or wizard, hardly anything was impossible. For muggles, flying was something that could only be achieved through aircraft or special equipment. Noah was incredibly happy that he wasn’t the latter. Pippa was muggle-born, which was a large factor as to why she hadn’t been slapped onto a broomstick as a young child. Noah’s father had him practicing flying right after he could walk. He had a starter broom, not a bicycle. Noah wouldn’t have changed it for the world. As he felt himself gliding through the air, weightless and defying gravity, he couldn’t help the giddy smile from crossing lips. Flying was practically a superhero trait, which made it cool enough. Noah wouldn’t want to fly without his Firebolt, though. The feeling of the smooth and worn wooden handle beneath his hands as he flew all added to the experience. There was more to flying than just being able to soar through the air and in the clouds. Zipping around the grandstands, Noah found that yes, he was showing off. It was his first time on the pitch since arriving at school. This was grounds for a true celebration. That and his newfound relationship with Pippa. It was all reason to celebrate. Above the ground, Noah was quite literally on cloud nine now. He saw her coming long before she yelled up to him. He took the time as an advantage, watching her make her way towards him. She probably figured he would be flying before she got there. It wasn’t like it was a surprise to see him on his broomstick. He moved closer to the ground as he approached, but he wasn’t quite ready to come down yet. His blue-green eyes followed her as she made her way, and he found himself itching to wrap her into his arms and envelope her in a hug. And then a kiss. He couldn’t stop thinking about those bloody kisses. Noah had kissed his fair share of girls throughout the years, but never had a kiss made him feel the way Pippa’s had. He wasn’t surprised. He knew all along that she was one of kind. It only made sense that her kiss would be spectacular and unique, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his life. He couldn’t help thinking how absolutely beautiful she was. He had always noted her attractiveness. But, it was had never like that before. Not until last night. Noah still wasn’t sure what had flipped the switch in his mind, but he wasn’t regretting it, and he sure as hell didn’t want to take it back. He felt a flicker of pride as she got closer. She was his – all his. Pippa wasn’t one of those girls who spent hours primping and getting ready. She was already perfect just the way she was. She didn’t need all that time doing her hair and make-up, especially not for him. He’d seen her without any make-up at all, in her sleeping clothes, and he had thought she looked more beautiful than an angel. She was real, not materialistic, and most importantly, she understood every little thing about him. Half the time, Noah figured she knew him better than he knew himself. She had finally reached the pitch now, and she yelled up to him. Well, it hadn’t taken her long to catch on to him. Of course he was showing off. Quidditch was the one thing he was brilliant at, so he had to take advantage of the opportunity. He flashed her a toothy grin before doing a final sweep of the pitch, taking in the feel of the air against his face. Slowing down, he brought his broomstick to a halt in front of her. Dismounting his Firebolt, he didn’t hesitate. Dropping the broom, he pulled her into his embrace, breathing in everything about her. She smelled lovely, like herself. It was comforting and enjoyable and perfect all at the same time. He found himself easily lost in her. Pulling her into him tightly, he looked into her eyes, smiling widely. “Hello.” It was a simple greeting, but it was all he could manage to say before he leaned forward to meet his lips with her own. Ah, this was what he’d been missing all day. No wonder he had been fidgety. He practically couldn’t wait to kiss her again. And again. He moved his lips in unison with hers for a few minutes, but he didn’t want to lose sight of their mission. Pulling back, he grinned at her. “Trying to distract me, hm?” He joked with her, releasing her from his embrace reluctantly. Noah found comfort in knowing that he would be able to pull her back into him whenever he pleased. Picking up the Firebolt, he handed it towards her. “Well, you two better get acquainted.” He smirked, waiting to see her reaction. Noah was prepared for the excuses. They were bound to be entertaining. words 853 tagged PIPPA<3 notes notes Sorry, this isn’t my best! I didn’t want to keep you waiting too long though. I’m so excited for thisss!<33 coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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calling all angels,

Heights didn't phase Pippa. Aeroplanes were not an issue. She had even tenatively agreed when Jax suggested bungee jumping one summer. Flying on a broomstick -- now, that was a horse of a different color. And it undoubtedly caused her to shed her Gryffindor courage, like a sad molting snake. She traced the fear back to logic. While Pippa relied on magic for most aspects of her life now, the idea of putting her faith in it hundreds of feet in the air seemed unfathomable. She fell in to that old school line of thought; no wings, no machine, no service. Flying by any other means was simply unnatural.

Pippa, however, was pressed to confess that Noah himself was the perfect counter-argument to that sentiment. As he zipped and zagged around the grandstand, he seemed beyond natural. Pippa had always looked forward to watching him in Quidditch matches... though she used to claim it was only for the competition of the game. In truth, Noah was like Picasso in the air and that Firebolt was his paintbrush. The precise, fine movements he made weren't very unlike the great artist's, either.

She caught his toothy grin, even from the ground, and found herself laughing lightly again, shaking her head as her gaze took to dutifully following Noah's form around the pitch. The sun caught on his hair again as he tilted his head down and drew closer to the grass. She could tell that his eyes had adapted that focused, determined look she had seen a number of times before in a game, usually when he went to searching out the Quaffle. A whole new side of Noah came out when he was on a broomstick, one that left her cheering in the grandstands. She was nearly tempted to start cheering now, out of habit. After all, it was rather fascinating watching brilliance.

Noah approached the ground and Pippa pushed her weight off the bleacher pole. She watched as he dropped his Fireblot, as if it were nothing more than an enchanted stick. And given, to Pippa, it was just that. An enchanted death trap. But, as he wrapped his arms around her, the hug caused a squeaky laugh to pop past her lips. She crossed her own arms around his neck, tilting slightly into his shoulder. The feelings from last night came rushing back to her. And she wrinkled her nose as Noah pulled away, just a little too soon. Luckily, he quickly made up for it -- as he greeted her, she relished in the feeling of his gaze. Noah had always had that sparkle she so admired in people; it drew her in and she almost couldn't resist it, not that she would try.

Just as she wouldn't try to resist his lips against hers. She had started a response -- managing an airy "He--" -- only to be kissed. And it was just enough to make her forget about the wretched piece of wood a mere foot away from them. The butterflies came back, right on cue, taking up their home about her innards.

Just as good. His lips felt just as warm and soft and skilled as they had last night. And she had to beat away the disbelief, eventually closing her eyes and allowing herself to fall in to the sensation. She was crazy. Batshit crazy.

As he drew back, Pippa's eyes had remained closed a moment longer. The feeling of cool air replacing his touch brought her to open them again. She looked up, amused, at the boy who had spent the day unknowingly distracting her. To think, he was accusing her of being distracting. She snorted unabashedly, "I'm fairly certain you were the one who kissed me," she teased. Not that she would ever really complain about it. She had, after all, already done her fair share of waiting.

Pippa was now grinning wildly, apparently forgetting about the task at hand. Yes, Noah was most definitely the distracting one. When he reached down and took hold on the Firebolt, that grin surprisingly kept still about her features. Well, you two better get acquainted. Pippa absently looked at the thing, her one hand coming up to grab for his offer. And then....bam!

Her fingertips had just brushed across the smooth handle of the Firebolt when her hand retracted as if the thing had bitten her. It was the fastest reflex she had managed in a while, and she might have been proud of it if it wasn't so....well, embarrassing for a Gryffindor. Her eyes grew wide and aware, and she stared at the menace in Noah's hand. She shook her head from side to side steadily, feeling the color from her cheeks drain some.

She cleared her breath, a poor attempt at regaining confidence. That wave of shame finally kicked at her as she realized how easily she dropped her trademark bravery. A quick look reminded her that, at the very least, her and Noah were alone. And so, she allowed the excuses to bubble to the surface. Pippa wouldn't take her usual tactful tone or tricky ploy. Being that it was Noah, she could let that hint of desperation go unrestricted. She could lose some dignity in front of Noah -- she had before, she was sure -- but anyone else would have called for a much more intricate story.

"I - uhm - we --"

[/b] Pippa felt her lips stammer out a few pathetic sounds before she forced an awkward laugh. She straightened her back, hiding behind the laughter, a smug look on her face. Or as smug as she could get it. "I did some research while you all were eating,"[/b] she began, deciding to leave out just how long she had spent in the library. He most likely would know, anyways.

"And did you know that last year alone there were thirteen broom-related deaths in England? Thirteen. You know what they say about the number thirteen, don't you?"[/b] The entire argument was inconceivably unreasonable. But that didn't stop her. What was reason when it came to an irrational fear? "And two of those involved fire. Fancy that? We're all rather flammable, apparently. And that means I'm flammable..."[/b]

Pippa could feel the downhill spiral coming on now, but she didn't stop it. The look on her face was a poor attempt at being persuasive, and she glanced now between Noah and the broom in his hand. As if she needed to convince the bristled device as well. Suddenly, a montage started through her mind, images of people falling off brooms and Bludgers. "Not to mention what happened to Oliver Wood the other year, and, of course, Harry. And then Angelina. And what about that poor Ranveclaw girl's hand?"[/b] Oh god, she didn't want to be that Ravenclaw girl's hand...."What if I end up like that Ravenclaw girl's hand?"[/b]

After that last bit of panic, Pippa paused. Then, suddenly, her face regained color and she felt her brow cock some. "You know what?"[/b] she offered finally, feeling herself regain a bit of confidence. When in doubt, joke your way out. "I think I've got it. I'm a bad kisser, aren't I?"[/b] She took a step closer than him, purposefully side-stepping the broom. Her eyes met his with faux blame, that sparkle of mischief returning. "I'm a bad kisser and now you're trying to get rid of me."
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notes: Ughh, that was wretched! And...I dunno what to say. I'm a bad person! I swear I didn't abandon you! Or Nopa! <3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: D0D4D7; border: #526976 solid 9px; width: 410px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] oh gravity, stay the hell away from me It may been a bit soon to say, but Noah was thinking that this feeling quite possibly felt better to him than flying. With this adorable young woman in his arms, Noah had the feeling that he had never been so happy. Flying had always been his ultimate passion. When he’d had a bad day, he had run to get his broomstick and had flown his problems away for hours and hours. Over the years Noah had always stated that flying was his favorite thing in the entire world. Just about everyone knew it. His first priority had never been his classes, it had always been quidditch. Relationships had never really stuck. It wasn’t that he was necessarily afraid of commitment. He was just busy with others things, those things being quidditch. Hearing the small laugh escape her lips and watching her eyes light up when his arms slid around her made him question literally everything he knew. Pippa Ryder, in a matter of hours, had changed his entire outlook on life in general. Noah honestly couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to see her this way. The years that he had wasted just being her friend seemed silly. Why hadn’t he listened to his friends years ago, back when they were practically children? Now though, she was in his arms. Elated he lost himself when kissing her. Noah felt himself melt away. Instead of it just being Pippa and Noah standing there, their kiss fused them into a certain kind of oneness. Noah couldn’t remember moment ever feeling so special. He’d done his fair share of kissing in the past. He was proud to say he was somewhat experienced in that department. With Pippa, however, Noah felt that kissing was natural. It was like he was kissing someone for the first time. It was glorious and perfect and wonderful. He never wanted to stop. But, the back of his mind was churning with the thought of getting Pippa to fly. He suddenly remembered his Firebolt only a few yards away. It was enough to pull back from her, only enough to enjoy the view of her pretty face. She was finally able to speak, seeing as he cut her off the first time with his lips. She was right, of course. Pippa was usually always right. In their partnership, Pippa had always been the brilliant one. Even though Noah could go through with any prank, Pippa was typically the one that crafted the idea. She was also the one that got them out of trouble. Without her, Noah spent almost all of his free time in detention. They may have been like Bonnie and Clyde, but Pippa was the mastermind behind everything they did. Noah may have enjoyed taking the credit, but at the end of the day, he made sure that Pippa had always known how brilliant she was. Even if he did hate admitting that she was right about anything. “Oh, did I?” He questioned, blue-green eyes full of his teasing nature. Turning to pick up his Firebolt, he continued to wait for the string of excuses that was bound to come out of her mouth. He held the broomstick in his hand, the familiar feel of the wooden handle in his palm was reassuring and exciting. It would be hard for him to not be flying while she was – if they ever got to that point. Any time Noah saw someone else on a broomstick he grew anxious because he wasn’t and then rushed to get onto his Firebolt. Today, though, was about Pippa. There was nothing he wanted to see more than for her to overcome her fears and finally fly. He wanted them to do this together. However, when she went to grab his Firebolt, she quickly reacted and pulled back. He wasn’t the least bit surprised. He gave her a look this time. It wasn’t a smile, but it wasn’t a frown. It was persistent though. “Pippa. It isn’t going to hurt you. At least hold it for me.” He smiled after he spoke, his words carrying a bit of a pleading tone. And then she began. It had taken her all of about five minutes before she started blurting out every single excuse she could find. He wasn’t surprised she had done research about it. He was angry she had missed her lunch though. He decided he would let her rant a bit. She had obviously spent a fair amount of time doing the research and finding every excuse she could, so Noah figured he could at least hear her out. She looked rather panicked as she continued on. Noah wasn’t going to deny the fact that flying was dangerous. It was incredibly dangerous. However, they weren’t going to be doing anything outrageous today. Flying became dangerous when you were playing an intense game of quidditch or you were using it as transportation in the dead of night and not being careful. Yes, flying was dangerous. However, Noah was sure as hell not going to let her anywhere near danger. Noah was positive that he would never let anything happen to Pippa, not ever and certainly not today under his supervision. She had finished her little rant and he had managed to keep a straight face nearly the entire time. Her final comment, however, took him over the edge. He began to laugh almost uncontrollably. Holding onto his Firebolt still, he was doubled over. Not only had she gone on quite an impressive little rant, but she also accused him of thinking her a terrible kisser. After he had quieted down some, he shook his head, marveled at the spirit of the young woman in front of him. “You are truly one of a kind, Pippa.” He paused. “Pippa, I swear I would never in my life let anything hurt you, especially not my Firebolt. Although your excuses were very impressive, you’re still doing this.” He smiled reassuringly, moving closer and squeezing her arm gently. He held his Firebolt out again, nodding his head in the hopes that this time she may actually take it. “And for the record, you’re a brilliant kisser.” He winked, hoping she had calmed down slightly and would take the broom this time. words 1075 tagged nopa<3 notes wheee. they are too cute <3 coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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