Jackson Turner yawned and then stretched his arms up and out as he tried to get his back to crack, a deep groan coming from him when he succeeded in doing so. He let out a deep sigh and a smile before he was turning to set his hand on the tree and slowly pushing himself to his feet as another yawn came out of his mouth. He’d decided to skip one of this last classes of the afternoon so that he could get a nap in before Quidditch Practice, and when Cassius found out that he had not been invited along, he was either going to throw a fit, or chew him out for being so careless about grades that could very well get him kicked off of the team that needed him. Though he was sure that would only be half the reason, because if it hadn’t been for the team, it was very likely that the two of them would not have been friends. He threw his bag onto a shoulder and took off at a jog for the locker rooms, a big smile on his face at the thought that they were going to get to try out some new plays this evening.<br/><br/>Cassius Johnson was scrambling through the halls at the very top of the castle, bag over his shoulder as he was racing down to try and get to Quidditch practice on time. That was the problem with having the last class of the day up in one of the tallest towers, especially before a Quidditch practice, it almost became a chore to get there on time. He ducked and weaved between the other students as he tossed his head to the side to get his long blonde hair out of his eyes. He had what a lot of the muggleborns kept calling surfer hair. Not that he could argue much, he just couldn’t afford the decent haircut. Everything his parents could spare went to his schooling, from his new robes, to the new text books. At Christmas, it came to him asking relatives for the things he needed that weren’t school related, if they would even buy them for him. The thought then occurred to him that they were trying new plays today, and it made him run just a little bit faster to get to practice in time.<br/><br/>Jackson and Cassius were sitting side by side on their brooms during the break that had been called, where others went down to the grass to stretch their legs and get feeling back into their butts, they were part of the few that could stay in the air until they were forced to call it a night. Even their third Chaser was down in the grass doing some kind of stretch to get the feeling back into his rear. “So, I was thinking that this weekend, we could work on those potions assignments together for-” Cassius slowly trailed off and turned to look and see who had Jackson attention, making heave a sigh as he shook his head. “I don’t understand what you like so much about her, she’s so mean… Wait, when you aren’t sitting here beside me, you’re pretty mean too.”<br/><br/>“Oh come on, she’s a born Slytherin, in Gryffindor. She’s got a nice mix about her… Both of them have, I suppose. Her sister is-”<br/><br/>“A target for you both. You know we aren’t going to get to finish practice now because she’s here. And she dragged Hope along. Go talk to Faith and get her out of here before the Captain sees her and thinks both are spying for their teams. Not that Faith has ever cheered for Gryffindor.” Cassius said, the last part coming softly out of his mouth. And Jackson pretended not to hear it, his eyes shifting between their Captain and up to the stands where the two girls were sitting as he spoke “Would you stop stressing out? No one can see them except for us… At least I hope so, I mean, we are the only ones that are sitting up here in the air.” Jackson frowned and then grabbed hold of Cassius’s robes. “Come with me.” He said, not giving him a choice as he flew them both over towards the twin sisters.<br/><br/>Later on, after practice was over and both boys were out of their Quidditch uniforms, they were seen walking together and talking as they were making their way up towards the castle. It was a moment that Jackson was nice, only moments before Faith would come and steal him away so they could go off and torture other students. Cassius was often left alone with Hope, and they’d normally walk in silence up to the castle. Today, was no different, and the snide words of Jackson tore like a knife at Cassius, making him wince as he watched the pair run off and his attention shifted to the poor girl beside him, a fellow victim of those closest to him. “So… Have you figured out why they do that yet, because I’m still trying.” He told her with a small encouraging smile. “You know, pick on people when they’re together like that… Jackson can be nice… Most of the time.” He said with a shrug, sticking his hands down into his pockets as they kept walking towards the castle.<br/><br/>Jackson took her hand, pulling Faith into a dark corner of the main hall. Slowly both of his hands slid around her waist and he set his chin on her shoulder as he directed her attention to a couple of students down the hall. “What do you think? Thirds? Seconds? They look a bit too big to be firsties. So… How much fun should we have with these ones, hmm? A couple of hexes to end up in the hospital wing for a few days… I got a potion in my pocket, wanna see what happens if we smash it on the ground in front of them? I haven’t gotten a chance to test it yet, and this seems like perfect opportunity.” He said with a large and sly grin on his face as he waited for her to either come up with something or give him permission to try out the potions vile in his pocket.