-kavic- healthy competition...

[Hayden Logan]

&& i wanna race tonight

Gong, gong, gong. The clock tower tolled throughout the grounds as the midnight sky loomed overhead. Thick gray clouds billowed past in overpowering gusts of wind. It could be just any little one-on-one match now, could it? No, Hayden and Kavic had done silly little matches ages ago. Now though, now they were older and needed real challenges. Real games were played in the wind and rain when neither player could see their hand in front of their face. Of course, Hayden had to admit, he did have super speed and exceptional night visions because of what he was. He always held back though. He had morals and it would be unfair to use his abilities against his friend. The only time he'd ever let go was when he'd gotten really competitive with his friend. He regretted it quite a lot afterward and vowed never to fight unfairly again.

Tonight was something new, something different. Hufflepuff had its first match against Ravenclaw come morning and Hayden thought a little midnight practice with an old friend would do him some good. Since he didn't ever sleep, Hayden had a habit of doing things like this often with different people. Other knew him as the insomniac in Hufflepuff since he was always up and about. He tried to hide it by pretending to sleep every once in a while when his dorm mates were around. Then he could keep his charade much more "realistic."

So, he let his long strides move with precise speed. Enough to seem real, yet still faster than they should move. Hayden wore a pair of dark denim jeans that fit to his form comfortably. He also wore a plain black long sleeved shirt. The cotton didn't seem warm, Hayden didn't need it. His expression was quiet but ready. He loved this hour because the minds that filled his thoughts were sleeping and less needy. He wondered about Serenity. Was she awake then? Was she in her dorm stirring? He wished to see her but knew this wasn't the time.

In his hand was grasped a fancy, foreign broom. Hayden loved to go fast and this was his style. It looked like a twig next his muscly arms. He was growing impatient and needed some freedom. He hopped onto his broom mid-stride, forgetting to be subtle. In a mere blink, he was zooming forward and making the pitch rise into view out of the fog. Fog and impending rain. Night and icy air. These were Hayden's type of quidditch conditions. Others would hate this weather, Hayden adored it sincerely. So, he let a teasing smile grace his icy lips as his broom brought him into the pitch. He began his fast-paced circles around the pitch. Supposedly, these were warm-ups, Hayden just liked the feeling of the speed again. The broom's speed could hardly be compared to his running speed, but Hayden needed some sort of outlet, something acceptable next to boring human paced walking. It drove him insane. Where's Kavic? I'll have to find his thoughts. Hayden wondered to himself.

[Kavic Elliot]

_{Kavic wiped his face clear of the rain that was nearly blinding him as he ran down the steps, jumping the last three entirely, and skidding in the mud when he landed. Catching his balance, he made his way to the Pitch, trying to be careful of nasty, tripping vines or little holes that could easily twist an ankle in the dark. He considered briefly lighting his wand tip before disregarding the though t line completely. It wouldn’t do any good (he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face) and he didn’t want to alert a teacher to his presence outside. Sure, sixth years were allowed to be out and about later then the underclassmen, but being outside in the rain at midnight? That could be pushing it, just a little.
He shivered, stumbling over a hidden hole in the grass. It was colder than he expected it would be, the wind had to be stronger than normal tonight. He considered briefly running back to the dorm and exchanging the thick red sweatshirt he had hurriedly pulled over his head as he vaulted out of the portrait hole for something less permeable before deciding against it. He was already running late, and he didn’t want to feel like a wuss for being even more late because well, he was going to wind up wetter than a dog before the end of the night.
He knew part of it was his fault. He had meant to stay awake until pre-arranged meeting time, but the lull of the fire had him dozing off within a half an hour of resolving to stay awake. He had woken up with a start, saw the time and had only paused to shove his feet into sneakers and grab the sweatshirt from the back of the chair as he bounded, swearing at himself, out of the room. Stupid thing to do really. Kavic winced, imagining the look he’d get for this particular antic from his friend.
He could see the stands of the Quidditch pitch, somehow, through the gloom, but he didn’t go directly to them, instead veering off to the broom closet. He didn’t play, and didn’t have his own broom, but he had borrowed some of his friend’s brooms before, they had just usually well… known he was going to borrow them before the fact. He had meant to ask of course, but it had slipped his mind until he stepped into the rain (causing another oath to slip from his lips).
He tapped the lock with his wand once, hoping a simple spell would do the trick to let him in. “Alohomora?”
Nothing.
He scowled, trying again… still no luck. Grumbling under his breath, he stashed his wand in his back pocket and pulled a hair pin from his pocket. He had found that even though some locks were protected against magical intervention, they could still be picked by muggle means. Slightly odd, but still an enjoyable double standard.
This lock however, didn’t seem to be one of those locks. Scowling, Kavic tried again, jiggling the handle, praying that it would work this time, not wanting to explain both the lateness and the lack of broomness….}

[Hayden Logan]

Hayden's exceptional vision happened to give him the advantage of spotting his friend near the brook cupboards after the travel across the grounds. He gave Kavic a few minutes before he really taped in on his friend's thoughts. He knew Kav was having trouble with the lock on the broom cupboard. He swooped down on the lawns and walked with his broom towards his friend. He decided this would be much more interesting if he spiced it up.

He walked very slowly so as not to draw attention and then stood right behind Kavic. "Boo." He said in a mock frightening tone. He watched his friend, expecting a jump or something. He and Kavic had been friends for ages. It was odd because they were in different houses and all. Then again, Hayden did have a habit of hanging out with the Gryffindor lot. He spent most of his meals at his sister's table to get closer to Serenity. He had gotten along with Alice, Lily, and Serenity since they were kids so, no one minded him. Kav was around from time to time and never vocally pushed Hayden away. There was a time, when they were in 4th year, when Kav had the impression that Hayden had a crush on Lily Evans. Since Hayden had the advantage of his vampire charm, he could have drawn Lily in easily. He never did like the ever so popular redhead though. It was always Serenity. Anyway, Kav had grown a tad jealous every time Hayden spoke to Lily and made the funniest of faces. Since nothing ever developed of the situation, the two forgot it fast.

The main bond existing between them now was competition. Hayden loved to compete. He loved fast-paced excitement. He couldn't draw much of a thrill from this, but it was something and that was all he could ask for.

[Kavic Elliot]

Kavic stiffened at the sudden voice as he became aware at the same moment that someone was in his bubble. And they were popping it.
I hope that’s Hayden, he couldn’t help but think as he slowly peered over his shoulder. Otherwise… I’m screwed.
He was quite relieved when he saw it was indeed his good friend, maybe a little too close for comfort. He rolled his eyes and grinned as he returned to the lock.
“You better be lucky I wasn’t holding my wand.” He said lightly, finally unlocking the door. “Ha!”
With a grin, he slid into the closet, holding the door open with his leg for Hayden if he wanted to get in. He scanned the racks of brooms, looking for some kind of order. He knew he had used some of these before… he just couldn’t remember where they were taken from.
“Is there a rhyme or reason to these?” he asked, running his hand along the wood handles. “Or are they just… stashed?”