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She was about to ask more about it, considering the heights thing, but then Vindictus called all the Quidditch Captains over to the pitch. Smiling politely at them, she turned instead toward those who remained watching with her. Quote:
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Well she didn't know how old the female was, but she knew Oakey was just a first year. Yet oddly probably a better flyer than she was. At least he was brave, she knew that much. "You two fly?" She asked conversationally. |
Cove reached the practice pitch, her broom at her side. SHe was a good flyer, but just didn't know how to play Quidditch. That's why she had William! |
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Gwen walked towards the Practice Pitch still thinking if improving her flying skills was a good idea. Maybe not, but she needed to be prepared for the next flying lesson and try not to look like an idiot-again. All right, let’s start with what is easiest… ‘Up?’, she told her broom, but it didn’t move. Not an inch…Why is it that I never get it to raise?, she thought. ‘Up!’, she said and the broom moved a bit, but just enough to make the girl even more angry. Why can’t I just grab it? That’s what hands are for, the girl thought after having noticed she was hopeless. One more time… ‘Up.’, she said, but again it didn’t move. ’Come ooon!’, she begged the broom but it looked like she hadn’t got any luck. That’s it, MY broom is broken, Gwen thought. One more time, and if it won’t work I’ll leave. ‘Up’, she said calmly again, but, as expected, the thing didn’t move. ‘UP!!!’, she yelled and this time the broom raised up to her (and didn’t almost hit her in the head, like at the flying lesson. That’s…something.) Next, if she had this done, she had to start flying. Bummer, she thought willing to back off, but it was too late. I have to finish what I started. |
William does some flying. He waits for Cove to fly with him. |
Kimalia jogged her way onto the pitch, she noticed a few others already flying. But that was okay. First, she made sure her hair was perfectly tied up so that it won't get messed up in the wind. Afterward she took deep breaths whilst stretching her arms, legs and doing a couple jumping jacks before donning on her goggles, mounting her broom and flying off into a random direction. |
Tayla finally reached the Quidditch pitch. She had run from the Pathways and took a broom from the shed. Her heart was pounding, she was breathing hard, and all she wanted to do was feel the wind in her face. Tayla mounted the broom and pushed the ground. Despite feeling bad, she couldn't help but grin. Flying could easily be her favourite thing in the world - that and reading, but she couldn't decide yet. The dream she had was still in her head. Her grandfather alive again, training her a little. Then her grandmother hugging her and crying, and telling Tayla something about the locket she had given her, the locket which Tayla still wore around her neck. "I still don't know what you mean Grandma Guita...but whatever it is, I'll wait..." Tayla sped around the goal hoops and thought of her grandfather again. A tear ran down her cheek and got blown by the wind as she flew. "I miss you Grandpa Ric," she said, flying as fast as the broom could go. |
Presley was out for her morning run. She felt like she needed to run double the time today as she'd eaten a peice of bread last night. She was thoughroughly exhausted, but that wouldn't keep her from running off those calories. So Presley ran and ran and ran, for almost two hours. Finally, feeling she'd possibly lost a little weight, she headed back inside for a hot shower. |
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She ran up to her dormitory to get her broom (she didn't trust the other students enough to leave it in the broomshed), and was back in a flash, ready to go flying. |
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Penny smiled at Professor Hadley and replied, "I fly a little, only just started learning like 3 months ago.... Oakey here is a natural though"..."Do you fly Professor?" |
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Oh, Thanks Penny. Ummm, yeah I guess you can say I am. Taking his right hand and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. My Da...I mean Foster Dad was the seeker of an American Quidditch Team, he taught me a lot about flying. |
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