If the fall doesn't kill you...

Allen chuckled. "I'm pretty sure the Quidditch gods are frowning down upon me," he said, a smile strecthed onto his face "I probably would've ended up killing someone if I didn't stop I'm sure." Allen placed the broomstick underneath his left arm, carrying it between his torso and arm. He needed to find some kind of repair shop or something, perhaps Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley contained one. He wasn't sure, but he was positive there wasn't a magical Yellowbook. "Happen to know any place to get this fixed?" he asked, almost positive she hadn't known such a place.

He looked at the dmage again, hoping that maybe it somehow would've repaired itself. Yet it didn't work, and he wasn't sure if Reparo would work or not. "My name is Allen," he said with a gentle smile "Allen Tobias. And did you say something?" he was positive she had said something, yet couldn't hear it. Probably snow clogged in his ears or something. He looked around, hoping no one had been around the area to witness the event. "I'm just glad you were the only one out here," he said nervously "if some Slytherins had been watching or something, I'd have been screwed in the tryouts."

"You're probably right," he said, shrugging his shoulders. The captain of the Gryffindor team might know. Yet, he had no idea as to who he/she was at the moment. He hadn't done all of his research yet, so he would need to check the roster. When she said it was nothing, he nodded and looked back down at his broom. It was certainly a nice touch to add some awkwardness for when he met his grandparents the next time. Hey Allen, how is your broom? they would say, and all he could do is just make an 'ehh' sound. He hated when he was in a position like that.

"I think you can try out at any time," he said "it just depends if you make the appointment date and etc." He held out his broom towards his right, away from the girl to see if it would still float. After he let it go, it quickly dropped to the ground. Oh, that's right. "Up!" he said, and the broom flew up into his hand again, which he hadn't been expecting. "Rule Number 1:" he said, irritation lingering in his voice "don't ever fly like me, unless you want to be the class clown." He let it drop back into the snow, letting it collect dust...or snow.

"So what are you doing out here at this time of night?" he asked, noticing that she didn't seem to be a prefect or anything like that.

"Insomnia?" he asked, raising an eyebrow "don't they have some kind of potion to help with sleep? I'm not saying there is, but if you can turn a cup into a gerbil, I'm sure they have some sort of sleep aid." Yet Allen really shouldn't be the one to talk. He often had problems sleep at night too, but it was mainly because of the constant fear that someone were to come and slit his throat. He didn't feel safe inside the school, at least not like he used to. "But regardless, I'm glad you got here when you did."

Allen looked around again, mainly from his paranoia. He couldn't help but be out here in the field by himself...well mostly by himself. If the instructor were to see him, she'd probably write him up like all the other teachers. And he didn't feel like getting detention and meeting Barker. That wouldn't be a happy time for him. "Aren't you afraid of being caught?" he asked, being blunt. As soon as he said it, he made an awkward face realizing his stupidity. He was out here and nearly got hurt and he said that?

"What I mean is," he said, trying to rectify the situation "haven't you heard of that Barker guy? He seems like he'd be willing to kill off a couple of students or something. I haven't actually seen him, but I heard he's tortured some kids"

"Just a thought," he smiled "I usually get the same way, but I just toss and turn until I'm out. Although it's probably not the wisest thing." Allen toke notice that it was beginning to snow softly now, getting some snowflakes in his hair. He hadn't even noticed until Evalyn had thrown some snow out of her hair. "We should probably head to the locker room or something," he said calmly "seeing as how it's just getting colder." He also noticed that she had crossed her arms, sensing that she was cold. Allen toke off his gloves, feeling the gust of cold air as soon as he did and held it in front of her. "Would you like to borrow them?" he asked.

"But yeah," he continued on the subject of Barker "My friend and her...romantic interest had gotten detention and they were sent to Barker. She was never the same apparently after that." Just thinking about how Rhys had reacted to Barker was pretty grim. She was nervous as hell immediately after hearing it. "But yeah, I wouldn't want to have a class with him, might never see me again if I did."

Allen placed his hands in his jacket pockets, feeling the cold material inside. He figured that his jacket wasn't made to protect hands...or heads. He needed to find a hood or something on the lines of a cowl. His ears were numb from all the cold. He walked beside Evalyn, his teeth starting to chatter a little bit. He was warm underneath his jacket and boots, but his pants weren't exactly the most protecting. They were just simple jeans, so they weren't made for shielding the cold. "If only we lived someplace warm during the winter," he said, his breath showing in the frigid cold "like the Sahara or something." He'd probably regret even going there.

"Yeah, I have no idea either," he lied. He was pretty darn sure that most of the teachers had been Death Eaters, yet he had no physical evidence or a way to tell. They all just seemed pretty downright evil and had a gut feeling about it. That's why he had joined Potter's Army. "But I'd like to take a good look at his teaching history...rather how he was put here and not into a mental asylum."