Post by Moki Kagawa on Jan 26, 2009 23:36:29 GMT -5
She wanted to do it. She wanted to fly so bad, not so she could be a star quidditch player or because she wanted to impress anyone at all, but because she absolutely, positively S-U-C-K, sucked at it. Moki believed she'd seen chickens fly with more grace than she, and, with a longest recorded flight time of something like 13 seconds, they were also ahead of her for the amount of time spent off the ground. Sometime... oh, say, 6 years ago, a friend of her father's had thought it'd be fun to stick a broom in her hand and let her play with his 8-year-old son. That had been one of the most painful and humiliating experiences Moki could remember. With that memory in mind, she looked at the broom in her hand and wondered just why the fuck she was doing this again. She was just disgraceful, and if there was one thing she could not stand, it was failure. And she failed at flying. Oh, did she ever fail.
Moki mentally thanked whatever deity might be listening for the fact that Hogwarts didn't seem to have ever upgraded the practice brooms given to students who took the flying class. Damn, the last thing she needed was to fall on her head at 90 miles an hour on some fancy-pants newfangled broom. She was liable to end up dead on the ridiculously slow Cleansweep she'd swiped from the storage closet. Moki knew the basics of flying. It was the application of those concepts that she couldn't grasp, and swore quite violently as the broom remained entirely unresponsive at her urging of "UP!" She groaned audibly and contemplated kicking it. She focused her anger on an undeserving stone instead, and turned around, yelling in annoyance at the broom, which obstinately remained stationary. She wondered if it was doing this to spite her.
"UP!" she said in a loud and authoritative voice. The broom didn't move. It was apparently not only old, but also deaf.
"COME ON, UP!" Moki knew she could just pick the stupid broom up herself, but she was kind of afraid that if she didn't establish dominance at this early stage, it would have its evil homicidal way with her 200 feet above the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? UP!" The damn thing had the listening skills of a two-year-old on Trix.
"UP, YOU STUPID PIECE OF-OWWWWWW!" She slapped her hand over her eye as the broom finally obliged her by slamming itself right into her optic nerve. "You bloody little-!" If the broom had been dingy with age, it was now getting a new paint job with colorful words.
"I give UP!" she screamed at it. "YOU FUCKING WIN, OKAY? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? ALL I WANTED WAS ONE LITTLE 'UP!'" At this word, the broom jumped obediently into her hand. Moki took a deep breath. "If you were a person, you demonic crap cleaner, I would be in prison for your horrifying and painful demise."
She was glaring angrily at the broom, wondering whether to get on, when somebody approached her from behind...
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Moki mentally thanked whatever deity might be listening for the fact that Hogwarts didn't seem to have ever upgraded the practice brooms given to students who took the flying class. Damn, the last thing she needed was to fall on her head at 90 miles an hour on some fancy-pants newfangled broom. She was liable to end up dead on the ridiculously slow Cleansweep she'd swiped from the storage closet. Moki knew the basics of flying. It was the application of those concepts that she couldn't grasp, and swore quite violently as the broom remained entirely unresponsive at her urging of "UP!" She groaned audibly and contemplated kicking it. She focused her anger on an undeserving stone instead, and turned around, yelling in annoyance at the broom, which obstinately remained stationary. She wondered if it was doing this to spite her.
"UP!" she said in a loud and authoritative voice. The broom didn't move. It was apparently not only old, but also deaf.
"COME ON, UP!" Moki knew she could just pick the stupid broom up herself, but she was kind of afraid that if she didn't establish dominance at this early stage, it would have its evil homicidal way with her 200 feet above the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? UP!" The damn thing had the listening skills of a two-year-old on Trix.
"UP, YOU STUPID PIECE OF-OWWWWWW!" She slapped her hand over her eye as the broom finally obliged her by slamming itself right into her optic nerve. "You bloody little-!" If the broom had been dingy with age, it was now getting a new paint job with colorful words.
"I give UP!" she screamed at it. "YOU FUCKING WIN, OKAY? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? ALL I WANTED WAS ONE LITTLE 'UP!'" At this word, the broom jumped obediently into her hand. Moki took a deep breath. "If you were a person, you demonic crap cleaner, I would be in prison for your horrifying and painful demise."
She was glaring angrily at the broom, wondering whether to get on, when somebody approached her from behind...
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