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Post by Annabelle Delacord on Jan 3, 2009 0:44:11 GMT -5
"I am going to master you mister broom" she glared at the broom she clutched determinedly in her right palm "You have no choice in this matter" she halted as she reached the edge of the field gawking as she gazed up...she'd never been down here, just in the bleacher's screaming at the top of her lungs for her team, but never before this moment...actually on the field. She looked yet again over at her broom. A gift for her birthday from her Grandmother whom she didn't have the heart to inform she was too uncoordinated to ever make sue of. So here she was...endangering her psychical well being in order to not disappoint her darling Grandmother.
She sighed lightly huffing her bangs out of her eyes and her blue eyes gazing across the field. She should have took flying instead of coping out. However if she'd taken the class she probably would ahve hurt more then just herself.
She twirled the broom around in her hands and then hoped over it as if it was a horse with a saddle. She breathed in and out concentrating on the breaths to help calm herself...she could do this. Okay nos he couldn't. Wait. Wait. Stop being a Negative Nancy. Yup. She could do this...she may get a little ruffed up...but she'd live...or so she hoped...she bit down gently on her lip and closed her eyes taking a deep breath her heart racing as she pushed off from the ground...she felt the flush and flood of the air swirling around her and her eyes flew open, she gasped realizing she was off the ground and spazed a bit losing her balance and crashing to the ground with a subtle thud...she laughed and glared over at the broom as it clattered on the ground as well...and to think she hadn't even been that high up...but it wasn't taht bad...she wasn't hurt...see she could do this...She breathed again and crawled towards her broom.
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Post by Mike Blaze on Jan 3, 2009 13:31:59 GMT -5
Mike who had been getting some well needed practice in for flying, as Quidditch Season was coming up, had escaped the boundaries of the pitch and flown over the lake, around the mountains and such. Coming back towards the pitch he noticed a girl with a broomstick, a young, probably a second or third year, he smirked. He began in a slow nose dive with the broom, and came near the ground and pulled out of the dive in to a straight sail over the ground, he finally, hit the ground and threw himself off the broom sideways, this had always been his favorite way to stop. He hit the ground, rolling over on to the ground, taking his broom. "Alright there?" he asked the young Hufflepuff, approaching her, carrying his own broom.
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Post by Annabelle Delacord on Jan 3, 2009 22:39:27 GMT -5
As her finger tips wrapped around her broom handle she heard a voice, a bit startled at first but glancing up scarlet with embarrassment and nodding her head "Yea I'm perfectly fine" she chimed looking back down at her broom and hoping up off the ground brushing herself off gently and gazing at her broom again "Just wrestling with my broom" her blush faded and her usual mile wide smile danced across her face like wildfire, she noticed then the Broom clenched in his hand...oh jeez...he was probably some pro or something...now she felt ridiculous. She glanced at her broom again, ugh...but she knew her grandmother and she would be offended if Annabelle wasn't all gunghoooo about the gift...and she was a horrid liar.
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Post by Mike Blaze on Jan 4, 2009 12:19:09 GMT -5
"Just wrestling with my broom"
Mike watched the girl got herself up off the ground, "Beginner at flying, eh?" he said acknowledging her obvious inexperience at flying. He noticed how she became slightly embarrassed and began blushing, "Nothing to be embarrassed about, you've got to start somewhere when it comes to flying. Take me, when I started learning to fly in my first year, I couldn't manage to even get the broom to hover a few inches up, my feet were always still, flat on the ground. You'll get the hang of it in no time," he said encouragingly. "Need any tips or pointers?" Mike always loved saying this, but when you really thought about it, tips and pointers were pretty much, exactly the same thing.
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Post by Annabelle Delacord on Jan 4, 2009 21:25:39 GMT -5
She nodded "Yea I've tried before but surrendered not so willing to end up in the hospital wing"she smiled "Hovering isn't my issue, coordination and balance however..." she trailed off a hint of a giggle in her smile, she had accepted her issue with balance and realized it was just...her. "Well if you think it would help" she chimed warmly and warily glancing at her broom as if debating with herself weather she was willing to risk it again or not...deciding she was she clumsily tossed her leg back over the broom...she had to give her grandma credit, it was a nice broom. She glanced over "Maybe defying gravity isn't for all" she chimed playfully a bit scared to push off again afraid she'd be up to high and lose her balance again and end up injured...the wing creeped her out hardcore...the beds...the needles...blah.
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Post by Maeve Campbell on Jan 7, 2009 9:55:31 GMT -5
The day fairly begged for Maeve to join it outdoors. With a light heart Maeve half-skipped outdoors to explore the famous (and infamous) Hogwarts. Wearing a pair of emerald green shorts and matching tank top Maeve was prepared for the heat. Her holly wand was stowed in her back pocket, not that she was going to use it but she loved having it around. Gathering her red curls in her hands Maeve slipped a hair tie over them tying it back out of her face, this all combined to make the small eleven year old seem even younger.
Her wandering took her to the Quidditch Pitch, after all who wouldn't want to be there. Quidditch was the best thing that ever was or could be in the Wizarding or Muggle world! She'd only ridden a broom once or twice. He neighbor's kid was older and had his own broom that he could fly. The experience was lodged in Maeve's brain as the most exhilarating thing that had ever happened to her.
As she entered the field she saw an older boy and girl talking, they both had brooms. They were much older than her and Maeve knew she shouldn't approach them but she just wanted to watch them fly. Sidling closer trying to be unobtrusive she watched the girl climb on the broom.
((hope you don't mind...just wanted to jump i somewhere and this seemed open-ish my approach tho is such that you can ignore me if you want XD ))
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