"And are you bold enough?" Cecily asked in a quiet and suggestive tone. Of course he was bold enough, having been a professional Quidditch player. What Cee was hinting at was for him to find a way and join her during her 'solo' rides.



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Fitz let out a genuine laugh.

"I would never dare admit to being anything less than the boldest of men in such enthralling company," he returned with a smirk.

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"Well then you must trust me on this: it is wonderful to fly over the black lake at dawn," she said innocently. Would she fly over the lake at dawn every day hoping that Fitzroy Prewett would be there? Absolutely.

  

"I can imagine," Fitz replied, and he surely could. Unfortunately, his lifestyle often saw him returning home at dawn, and 'home' was far enough from Hogsmeade that he was unlikely to take Miss Gallivan's advice.

That did not mean he missed the invitation in her words.

"I shall, of course," he offered, leaning in conspiratorially, "keep your secret, Miss Gallivan. I should hate to see you denied any of the...pleasures that life has to offer."

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Mr. Prewett's words didn't hint to him joining her or not, during her flights at dawn. Cecily would have liked a more definite answer, but she wasn't going to press the matter further after she'd done a proper box match around the bush.

"You are a good friend," Cecily commented with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

She couldn't understand Mr. Prewett - one moment he was hot and the next cold. In any case, the match was about to begin and it was time to take their seats.

  

"Are we friends, then, Miss Gallivan?" Fitz asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.

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Cecily wanted them to be more than friends, but other than their passionate exchange at the Muggle museum, he hadn't hinted to their relationship going further. He hadn't written to her, or paid her a call, or displayed his desire to court her. He hadn't even given her s definite answer to joining her during her flights.

"Would you want us to be anything but?" Cecily asked and quirked her head to one side provocatively.

  

"Well," Fitz mused, "I am quite certain I should regret being your adversary, and so am pleased we support the same team. Certainly not nemeses either—though I daresay mine is not the sort of friendship likely to reflect well in the more tedious circles of society," he conlcluded with a chuckle.

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"I should hate to run in those tedious, as you call them, circles," Cecily replied playfully, though inwardly she couldn't tell what this was all about. Was Fitzroy Prewett hinting to something deeper than a friendship? It was hard to tell with him.

  

"I am very glad to hear it!"

This seemed as good a time as any—Fitz signaled for the footman brought along for the match to begin passing out glasses of coloured lemonade—one a pale orange in support of the Cannons and containing spirits, the other a delightful, but boring, typical lemonade. He selected a class of the former for himself.

"To friendship, then, Miss Gallivan," he offered, holding his glass aloft in toast.

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Cecily mirrored Fitzroy Prewett and selected one of the orange tinted drinks.

"To friendship!" She toasted and clinked her glass with his in a seemingly enthusiastic manner. Inwardly, she wasn't very much satisfied. She wanted them to be more than friends but she supposed he could just announce their engagement out of the blue and Cee would have thought it weird herself.

This was good. They were friends. They could get closer and closer to each other and, one day...

She took a sip from her drink and eyed Mr. Prewett and continued to look at him even though someone interrupted them, asking for his attention, the world around her seemingly having turned to a blur.