Riley ran onto the Quidditch Pitch, not bothering to watch where he was going as his gaze remained fixed on his sister, who was flying up above.
In a higher pitched voice, he shouted again. "DENIIIIIIISE!"
He really had no reason to call her down in the middle of her flight except for the sole reason that he was her brother and he wanted to talk to her. She could fly later. Besides, he had something he considered exciting to tell her.
Standing in the middle of the pitch now, Riley looked straight up. When he shouted her name a third time, he lowered his voice by several octaves and cupped his hands around his mouth to help his call travel better. He wasn't actually even sure if that worked. Maybe with normal hands, but one was currently heavily bandaged, which he figured might absorb the sound.
He'd just got out of the hospital wing, where the very pretty healer wrapped up his hand. It was burned, see, and even though Healer Heather had insisted she could mend his skin in just a few seconds with a simple spell, Riley had yanked his hand away and rather enthusiastically declared that he wanted to keep the burn for a little while to show it off. She could heal it later, when it proved to be an inconvenience to him. But first, he wanted to show Denise.
"Denise, come look at my hand!" he yelled, waving the bandaged hand around like one might a flag. As she got closer, he launched into a rushed explanation of what happened, not even caring if his excited words became a jumble.
"I was in potions and Lucas dared me to stick my hand in it, but I'm not sure I made the thing correctly, because it smelled really awful, you know? Like burned cherries laced in fresh tar that had been mixed in urine. You should've smelled it, 'nise, it was rank," he rambled. "Anyway, I put my hand in. I'm not sure why, but like, I was dared and I can't just not go through with a dare. I thought the potion might burn my hand off, but it wasn't that bad, like it could've been acidic, but it was mostly just like hot juice. I think I made juice, but like burned cherry-tar-piss juice, which wouldn't taste very pleasant. But tapioca pudding that's been sitting out for a few days doesn't smell pleasant, but when I ate one I found in my room last month, it tasted fine to me!"
He beamed at his sister. "Wanna see it? The burn, I mean, not the potion. Pretty sure the professor made Lucas pitch it."
Denise had been flying high in the sky in hopes to let off a bit of steam. She'd been trying to wrap her mind around what had occurred with Cal the other night in the chamber that currently held the Mirror of Erised but try as she might she just couldn't do it. It had been foolish to hope that the wind blowing through her hair and being quite a few feet above ground would help her solve the current issues of her life. Of course it hadn't. Her life and the people in it were far too complicated for their issues to be solved by one little flight.
She had just started debating whether she should go back down to Earth or not when a distinctive noise caught her ears. It sounded like someone was saying her name repeatedly at different pitches. Automatically, her mind went to her brother, one of the only people she knew who would do that sort of thing.
"Denise, come look at my hand!"
There it was again and that time she knew that it was her brother this time. There wasn't anyone else in the world aside from her brother and his best friend Ezra Snape that would be so proud of a bandaged hand. In all honesty, she was a bit amused at this fact. Her brother had managed to hurt himself yet again and if he was proud of that fact then she knew the reason behind it would be glorious.
She hadn't even touched down completely when he immediately started to give her every single detail possible, some of which came out as more of a garble than actual words. Luckily, being his sister had given her the talent of being able to easily decipher whatever it was that her brother was saying, no matter how fast or slow he was saying it.
"So you made cherry piss juice and Lucas dared you to stick your hand in it and you did," she summarized, grinning rather widely. "While I actually am extremely glad I wasn't there to smell it, I do regret not being there to see it." She giggled just picturing what must have gone down in that Potions classroom. "I bet McGinnis didn't enjoy the experience as much as the two of you had."
She had been hovering off the ground on her broom for a bit but finally touched down and hopped off. "So tell me, anything else exciting happen in your life?", she asked. "Or has piss juice been the highlight of your life?"