Miyu Kisaragi hovered a little higher above the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, enjoying the brief sensation of the chilly autumn wind against his face before the Keeper and newly-appointed Captain, Kas Scarlett, yelled at him to get down. As he descended slowly he watched his the other players focusing their attention on the fourth-year Perseus Holt, the rising star Seeker in their team, exchanging high-fives and shoulder pats before they broke up to take up their positions.

The sixth-year Japanese wizard cared little about glory and fame, but he had his fair share of dangerous stunts during the matches, courtesy of his martial arts background and natural agility. He could have competed for the Seeker position with the Holt boy, but Miyu was content with his current role as the fastest (not to mention, slyest) Chaser of the year.

He let his mind drift, leaving his hard-wired physical reflexes to deal with the [s]mundane[/s] practice; his dark eyes scanned the cheering crowd at the stands before they focused on one particular person sitting with crossed arms at the Slytherin side. His thin lips curled to a thoughtful smirk - it's her.

Atlas Holt, the older sister of Perseus - and a persistent detention partner at the caretaker's office.

"[i]Kisaragi![/i]" A nagging voice brought his mind back to the pitch. He turned his head - to see a very annoyed Kas. "You can pick your girlfriends later. Now focus on here!"

He rolled his eyes at her - sometimes he wondered how Kas ended up in Gryffindor, with her overprotectiveness and tendency to poke her nose into everyone and anyone's businesses. [i]Well, at least she has some sense of humor, even if it's just a bit.[/i]

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By the time Miyu's two feet touched down on the firm grassy ground, he was feeling rather worn out and hungry (mental note: he should probably pretend to be sick for the next practice match). He quickly changed out of his Quidditch robes for dress shirt and jeans, thinking about what he should get for breakfast later at the Great Hall when he spotted his main source of entertainment outside. He pulled out his wand and pointed at her carefully from the shadows: [i]Levicorp---[/i]

"Hey." He jumped to his feet when a voice from behind called out at him. "What are you doing there?"

He quickly hid his wand into his long sleeve and turned around slowly - to face a curious Perseus. "Nothing," he replied with a weak grin, then dropped the pretense when it was obvious that his junior wasn't buying it. He jerked his right thumb at the slim figure leaning against the wall. "Your precious sister is waiting for you. I don't get it - why do you always bring her to our practices? Her body language practically screams that she hates Quidditch." He then held up his hands. "I'm not saying that she's a spy or anything, but you better lead her away from here before she lashes out her bottled frustration on me."

"Huh?"

"Let's just say that things are...[i]complicated[/i] between me and her." He gave Perseus a wink before he pushed the confused fourth-year towards where Atlas was and left, whistling to himself softly. [i]So close...[/i]