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sweetpinkpixie · 05-17-2025, 06:46 AM

Calliope tilted her broom and began her approach of the slalom poles with a satisfied smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth...only to have it vanish the next second when a blur of red hair tore past her peripheral vision.

What in Circe’s name was th—?

A girl—no, a comet—had just executed a spiral so tight it looked like something out of a professional playbook, twisting through a moving hoop with reckless and breathtaking ease....causing Calliope’s breath snagged mid-laugh. She didn’t know the girl’s name, yet, but she knew one thing instantly and with her whole chest: that was her new rival. Which meant two things. One, she would not be outflown and two, she couldn’t stop watching this girl if she tried ― which meant she had stopped to gawk without realizing it. There was something in the girl’s effortless confidence, the way she enjoyed the flight, that had Calliope’s fingers tightening around her broom. Not envy exactly but something closer to awe. Fierce and delighted awe. Maybe a little flush that had nothing to do with their modest altitude. She made a note to find out the girl's name and accidentally end up flying beside her again.

The sound of someone cheering on others snapped her out of the haze and her focus sharpened as leaned forward to continue her approached of the slalom poles. Gripping the handle of her broom with renewed determination, the second year weaved tightly in and out of the poles with quick, practiced flicks of her broom’s tail. The course narrowed here, poles hovering at different heights and distances, and she leaned in, her braid whipping against her neck as she ducked one pole, soared over the next, then dipped into a hard s-curve. The rhythm of the mental math and instinct all clicked into place effortlessly, not thinking and just reacting.

Another familiar face caught her eye.

The Gryffindor girl — Elena, wasn’t it? The napping one from the corridor near the dungeons. Of course she’d fly like a dancer. That made sense. Her style was quieter than the fiery redhead’s, but it had a clean elegance to it — like she could leap into a pirouette at any moment mid-air. Calliope found herself smiling, surprised by how warm the recognition felt. It was oddly... grounding?

Also distracting and she gave her cheek a hard pat to wake herself up. Both hands on the handle again, she surged forward, slipping past the final slalom pole and leveling out for the over-under bars. Calliope narrowed her eyes, thoughts drifting to her ~~fascinating~~ rival-redhead somewhere in the sky nearby looking annoyingly good doing whatever it was she was doing as well as Elena’s perfect dancer posture gliding through the air like she’d pirouetted out of a painting...she couldn't just take to these bars safely and predictably. No way.

Calliope grinned and then dove.

The first bar came fast, a hair too low to duck under easily, so she snapped into a Sloth Grip Roll, flipping beneath her broom and flying upside down for a few heartbeats, her braid dangling toward the grass and robes fluttering above her as she passed under the bar with little space to spare. Still upside-down, she caught the quaffle tossed from the sideline one-handed. Her shoulder twinged a bit but it was totally worth it. With a sharp twist of her core and a tiny but mighty grunt, she snapped herself upright and kicked her broom into a vertical corkscrew climb. She tucked the quaffle tightly against herself as she spiraled upwards, popping above the second bar like she'd been launched by the sky itself, weightless for a second before gravity remembered her name and forced her to level out.

She shifted into a horizontal roll, flattening herself parallel to the broom’s shaft as she approached bar number three, then threw the quaffle backward through the bar behind her with a no-look over-the-shoulder toss with flawless aim, if she did say so herself.

And she did. Of course.

05-17-2025, 06:46 AM	#11 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,132 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Calliope tilted her broom and began her approach of the slalom poles with a satisfied smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth...only to have it vanish the next second when a blur of red hair tore past her peripheral vision. What in Circe’s name was th—? A girl—no, a comet—had just executed a spiral so tight it looked like something out of a professional playbook, twisting through a moving hoop with reckless and breathtaking ease....causing Calliope’s breath snagged mid-laugh. She didn’t know the girl’s name, yet, but she knew one thing instantly and with her whole chest: that was her new rival. Which meant two things. One, she would not be outflown and two, she couldn’t stop watching this girl if she tried ― which meant she had stopped to gawk without realizing it. There was something in the girl’s effortless confidence, the way she enjoyed the flight, that had Calliope’s fingers tightening around her broom. Not envy exactly but something closer to awe. Fierce and delighted awe. Maybe a little flush that had nothing to do with their modest altitude. She made a note to find out the girl's name and accidentally end up flying beside her again. The sound of someone cheering on others snapped her out of the haze and her focus sharpened as leaned forward to continue her approached of the slalom poles. Gripping the handle of her broom with renewed determination, the second year weaved tightly in and out of the poles with quick, practiced flicks of her broom’s tail. The course narrowed here, poles hovering at different heights and distances, and she leaned in, her braid whipping against her neck as she ducked one pole, soared over the next, then dipped into a hard s-curve. The rhythm of the mental math and instinct all clicked into place effortlessly, not thinking and just reacting. Another familiar face caught her eye. The Gryffindor girl — Elena, wasn’t it? The napping one from the corridor near the dungeons. Of course she’d fly like a dancer. That made sense. Her style was quieter than the fiery redhead’s, but it had a clean elegance to it — like she could leap into a pirouette at any moment mid-air. Calliope found herself smiling, surprised by how warm the recognition felt. It was oddly... grounding? Also distracting and she gave her cheek a hard pat to wake herself up. Both hands on the handle again, she surged forward, slipping past the final slalom pole and leveling out for the over-under bars. Calliope narrowed her eyes, thoughts drifting to her ~~fascinating~~ rival-redhead somewhere in the sky nearby looking annoyingly good doing whatever it was she was doing as well as Elena’s perfect dancer posture gliding through the air like she’d pirouetted out of a painting...she couldn't just take to these bars safely and predictably. No way. Calliope grinned and then dove. The first bar came fast, a hair too low to duck under easily, so she snapped into a Sloth Grip Roll, flipping beneath her broom and flying upside down for a few heartbeats, her braid dangling toward the grass and robes fluttering above her as she passed under the bar with little space to spare. Still upside-down, she caught the quaffle tossed from the sideline one-handed. Her shoulder twinged a bit but it was totally worth it. With a sharp twist of her core and a tiny but mighty grunt, she snapped herself upright and kicked her broom into a vertical corkscrew climb. She tucked the quaffle tightly against herself as she spiraled upwards, popping above the second bar like she'd been launched by the sky itself, weightless for a second before gravity remembered her name and forced her to level out. She shifted into a horizontal roll, flattening herself parallel to the broom’s shaft as she approached bar number three, then threw the quaffle backward through the bar behind her with a no-look over-the-shoulder toss with flawless aim, if she did say so herself. And she did. Of course. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like