 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Bel definitely had designs on being a professional athlete once she left school, though in her case it wasn't actually for Quidditch. But it did mean all of this stuff was completely up her alley. She listened eagerly to the instructions, nodding at each specific step. zig zag. Dismount. High jump. Drop. Roll. Zig Zag. Yeah she had this, this was fine. She finished up her stretching - a shortened version of her usual, daily routine and, mounting her broom, was ready to begin.
Ready!
Aaaaand... the horn! Bel took off. This part, the dodging through the 7 long lines of cones. Easy. She was good at maneuvering, it was something she had a lot of control over, thanks to her other sporting pursuits. She wasn't a fan of doing this in SNOW though. Much more fun on sand. Golden, sun drenched sand. Just saying! And she wasn't looking forward to the bit where she had to roll in it. She zig-zagged without missing any cones, relying on her agility and strength to accurately turn through each one. The trick was to fly as if your broom was part of you: which was exactly the same as surfing with your surfboard, or motocross with your dirtbike. You had to be connected
She dismounted next, and set her broom to hovering at knee level, then quickly jumped over it sideways, dropped into the snow (ughdgghgh) and rolled back under, bouncing to her feet again. Broom went higher and Bel jumped that too. Then dropped. Then rooooollled, then bounced to her feet. Three more of these. The snow was still ughghhh but also the less she thought about it, the less of a bother it was, and Bel stayed focused on completing the task.
And then.... it was back to the zig-zagging! She remounted her broom quickly and flew up and at the cones again. This part was the fun bit, to her anyway. And five more broom jumps and rolls and.... she was done! Phew! Warm down time? And what was that about a long-term assignment?
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