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Tàmhas was quite surprised when Jules mentioned their mama had a bonus limb as well. Apparently, hers was her arm. "A've ne'er met someone else wi' a bonus limb. Her arm is missing, though, nae her shank lik' mines. Mibbie ah will hae tae actually catch up wi` her. Ah bet a bonus arm is wey cooler than mah bonus leeg." He adjusted his stance a bit, holding tight to the railing. Unfortunately for his fear of heights, his bonus leg made him a bit more wobbly than normal.

After mentioning his fear of heights, Jules agreed. Apparently they also had a fear. They started talking about there needing to be a way to walk down without looking down. Green eyes squinted just a bit, trying to figure out their plan. It was then that Jules yelled down to the pitch for Áedán to bring up his broom. "Weet... na, na na na na!" Tàm squeaked out as he figured out the plan. Áedán quickly joined them, holding his broom in hand. The smaller brunette felt his heart race, green eyes growing wide and frightened.

Jules and Áedán quickly introduced each other, then Jules told the brunette to hop on Áedán's broom and stare at his back.... and hold on tight. "Wai', na na!" He squeaked out again, a frown on his lips. Tàm quite hoped his best pal would disagree, instead opting to walk down the steps.... but alas. The redhead seemed to agree with Jules. He said it would be a good idea for Tàm to just hold on for a moment, rather than a slow shamble to the ground. He even went so far as to note he'd never let anything bad happen to the brunette. After both seemed to just... push it on him, Tàm simply hung his head a moment. "Aye, a'richt."

He was carefully positioned on Áedán's broom, then the redhead moved to sit ahead of him. Small arms wrapped tightly around his waist, a nervous quiver in his thin body. Pretend he was giving Pa a huge ol' hug. Can do. He squeezed Áedán's tummy a bit tighter, trying to keep his breathing under control. When asked if he was ready, he simply nodded, head burrowed into Áedán's back. The broom lifted up, Tàm felt his foot leave the ground and curled his little hands into his pal to try and cling as tight as possible.

Áedán happily said Tàm could start screaming now, then Tàm felt them drop. Without sparing a thought, scream he did. "JOBBY BUGGER HELL! OCH GODS A'BOON 'N' BELOW! SHI' FECKIN' SON O' A BOOT, ARS'OLE!! GIT ME AFF THI' CURSED THIN'!!" He shouted as they fell to the ground, Burrowing his face further into Áedán's back, he dug his nails into Áedán's tummy. It sounded like the redhead was laughing, but they ended up on the ground. Áedán apologized through his giggles, saying he thought a straight fall would be the easiest. He even told Tàm he'd done a good job.

The brunette, however, wasn't feeling it, and struggled to push himself off the broom and fell to a sit on the grass. Messy brown curls were even more of a nest than normal, and he was shaking in fear. "Ne'er mak' me dae that again! howfur dae ye hurl that de'il stick? ah thought mah hert wis aff tae fly oot mah wallies! straecht doon wasn't th' wey tae gang! it made mah tummy dae flips!" He curled his fingers against the soft grass, trying to focus on taking some deep breaths. If his heart would calm down, he'd be fine to go about his day. As he felt himself safely on the ground, he was able to start calming himself down. Never ever would he fly again. Trying in class was bad enough, but a heckin' free fall was just terrifying!

Tàmhas felt absolutely terrible the exact second he realized his whining was upsetting his best pal. A broom fell to the grass, then Áedán sank to his knees. Green eyes had nary a second before arms wrapped around him. Callused fingers brushed through his messy curls, and without a hesitation, Tàm let his shoulders droop, sinking into the redhead's comfort. As soon as he softened down, the duo fell backwards. As if on instinct to Áedán's soft apology, the shorter brunette wrapped his own arms around the taller teen, one hand moving to gently pet the messy red hair.

Áedán finished his apology, saying he'd been making bad calls all day. "Och Áedán, a'm sorry ah made yer feelin' ill. Ah pure dinnae lik' flying, bit thir's nae anither soul alive a'd trust tae fly alang wi'. 'Twas juist... Pure fright." He hummed softly a moment, enjoying the sunny day in the soft grass... though it seemed to be awful shaggy in this area, especially for otherwise flat grass. What was it about him always finding the softest places to lie down?

The redhead huffed a sigh into Tàm's sensitive ear, earning a shiver from the brunette. That was.... certainly an odd reaction... Why were his cheeks so warm? Was it just because Áedán was there and laying on his chest? Tàm bit his lip a second as he pet the soft red hair (that always smelled so nice...) and let Áedán finish his thought. "'n' ye haven't bin making ill calls at a'. A'm juist a weenie. Ye'r juist stoatin. Forby, ye did pure guid in yer gam. Ah mist admit ah wis peepin' ye mae tae mak' sure ye didnae git hurt... 'n' ye didnae! Mibbie ye juist need an mae jammy charm. Lik' me. A'm bonny jammy, a'd think." Maybe the thought of having to carry Tàm around like a backpack to keep his luck up. Or... maybe before the next game, Tàm could make his pal some sort of lucky charm to carry about.... That might be better, especially since Tàm wasn't too keen on hopping back on a broom.

"Even oan they sorts o' days, a'm aye gonnae be by yer side. Forever 'n' aye."

Tàmhas looked a little surprised when Áedán told him to shut up. He also pinched Tàm's blushy cheek while huffing. He told his brunette friend that he was, in fact, brave for trying the flight with Áedán. He even said he was proud. "Na, ah'ament brave. Juist blindly trusting. Bit ye'r brave. Especially facing aff against zack knapp. If ah wasn't sae scared o' him, a'd see if his arms kin swing a hammer. At least we're better smiths than he is!" He grinned over at his friend, hoping to cheer him up.

After mentioning he'd kept an extra close eye on the redhead, he seemed a little... flustered. He mentioned he'd been worried about Erikk knocking his head off. "Na, a'm sure ye'll baith find yer rhythm. Erikk is crakin' 'n' a'm sure wid ne'er huv a go tae hurt ye. Unless ye aim at ilk ither fur practice. Bit ah wouldn't ken. Actually. Dae ye think yer captain wid be mad if ah cam tae watch th' practices? tis a guid wey tae learn mair aboot quidditch. Ah micht watch thaim a'..." his voice trailed off, pondering over his thoughts. As he thought, Áedán pushed himself up off Tàm's chest and into a sit. Tàm squirmed a bit, but managed to push himself up as well.

Once he mentioned he could be a lucky charm, Áedán laughed and said he should just strap the shorter brunette to his back, then he could announce from the game. That made green eyes go wide with a momentary nervousness. "Och laird na! bit ah kin mibbie git ye something jammy tae carry. Or ye cuid wear mah favorite scarf! Och, na, tis yellow. Sae likelie nae th' best fur yer green uniform." He tapped his chin, trying to think up something wonderfully lucky. Maybe he could get two, one for Áedán and one for Erikk too. He probably wasn't supposed to help out a team outside his own, but who cared. His biggest mission was to support all his pals.

After promising he'd always be by Áedán's side, the redhead shifted position, covering his mouth with a hand propped up by his knee. Tàmhas tried to mimic the position, letting his bonus leg lie flat while he propped up his actual knee. He ended up resting his palms on his knee, then his chin on the back of his hands. Green eyes peered brightly over at the taller teen for a moment, feeling his heart skip a beat. Áedán gently pushed Tàm's knee with his own, then smiled as he called Tàm a sap.

"Ah kin be sappy, bit at least ah aye ken howfur tae mak' ye smile, silly goose."

Tàm watched with curiosity as the game progressed. There was a lot going on. "Slytherin Captain, Daphne Greensborough at th' goals... 'n' aye! she succeeded bygane Ravenclaw's Uriel Payne. Tis tied, ten all. Uriel passes tae teammate Lewis Abrams, wha haes it swiped by Brianna Quinn-Smith. We've git anither chaser battle, folks. 'n' fae Brianna goes tae Milan, then immediately ower tae Karah Thomas. 'n' back tae Milan. This is a battle fur th' ages."

He huffed a frozen breath, then continued on. "'n' a skelp tae Yarrick Knapp, dane by her ain fowk, Erikk Knapp. 'n' speaking o' hits, och, that hud tae hurt. Aedan MacInnes didnae come tae speil, 'n' hits Ravenclaw Milan Wellbelove a seicont time. Ugh, thir's definitely blood thare. Gross. Ah mean... Guid fur him playing oan? Anither bludger, this yin tae... Na ÁEDÁN!!!" The mic was quickly cut off, following the loud cry from the announcer's booth. Professor Clarke was (luckily for the student body, and Tàm's announcer career) very quick on her feet.

A moment passed, followed by "Sorry a'. Ah git a bawherr excited thare. Slytherin beater Erikk Knapp an' a' mistimes his swing, hitting his brassic arm thare. Whit cuid be neist tae come?"

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Tàm was far too fascinated to stop watching for even a second. This game was crazy-cukoo-bonkers-bananas wild. And he wasn't about to miss a thing. It was his job, after all. "A'richt, lest we saw th' quaffle in possession o' Lewis Abrams, wha haes sin brought it tae th' goal... 'n' a hampden roar fur Ravenclaw! They're pulled ahead noo, 30-20 in thair favor. 'N' while that wis gaun oan, did ye see whit Milan did, Jules? It looks lik' he used his scarf tae huv a go 'n' secure his leeg. Noo that's some Ravenclaw ingenuity if ever a've seen some." He was impressed, but also worried. He didn't want anyone else to need a bonus leg like he had!

"Jaelah passes th' quaffle ower tae Captain Daphne Greensborough, wha starts tae run it up th' pitch. Och, bit afore getting far, her opposing Captain, Milan Wellbelove haes it richt back. Bit nae fur lang, as Vice Captain Karah Thomas steals it, 'n' doesn't seem tae be giein' it back. 'ere she's made it tae th' goals, whaur Uriel Payne--" He paused, a shouting from the pitch startling him. "Uriel Payne cannae succeed th' save, bit Slytherin Seventh Year Echo Wellbelove seems juist as determined as her brother, 'n' Echo comes awa' wi' th' snitch! Weel dain, Echo! That puts oor final scoor th'day at 180 Slytherin tae 30 fur Ravenclaw. Ta a' fur braving th' snaw th'day... OCH NA! Milan!! Och, he steals a fall, clearly puggelt efter that gam. Professor?" He looked up at Professor Clarke, who had stepped over to the mic station.

"Thank you all for attending today, and we ask you please make an orderly egress from the stands as we attend to medical issues. If any NEWT-Level healing students are able to stay, you may enter the pitch to assist our wonderful healing staff. Everyone else, please make your way inside, but please try to keep the hallways clear as possible as we start getting players inside. Thank you." Phoebe watched the chaos below for a second, then started to head down. "Hauld yer horses, professor! ah cannae git doon wi' a' th' snaw. Whit dae ah dae?" After Áedán had taken those hits, he wasn't sure his pal would be able to come get him, and certainly not carry him down the stairs. "Pack up your things, love. I'll make sure you get down the steps."

Tàm hastily packed everything back, then squeaked as he was lifted off his feet and carried down alongside Professor Clarke. Once on the pitch, Tàm struggled through the blanket of snow to try and reach his friends.

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