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Post by briannaclodagh on Mar 29, 2011 23:23:27 GMT
Brianna hissed in anger as she felt the suns rays attack her through the window opposite her bed. She had stayed up late last night going over her transfiguration notes. If there was one class she had difficult excelling in, it was that class. Slowly coming to consciousness, she thought about the sun being out and instantly sat up. Brianna looked out the giant window and squealed in excitement earning angry grumbles for the other girls in her dorm. She paid no attention to their threats as she leaped out of bed and rummaged through her drawers. Gathering a pair of short black shorts, a t-shirt and a pale blue hooded sweatshirt in her arms she dashed to the washroom, splashed really cold water on her face and proceeded to change out of her jammies. After securing her hair in a high ponytail, she marched out of the washroom, grabbed her trusty nimbus 1500 and ran out of the castle as fast as she could.
It was a crisp, but silent Saturday morning. There were only a handful of early risers on the pitch meaning she had a lot of room to work on the new moves she was itching to try out. The wind was light and calm, save for the occasional gust now and then. Wearing only her shorts, Brianna could feel the goosebumps running along her thighs but paid no attention to them. It was perfect flying condition and she had ever intention of spending at least four hours in the air. Her brain was so muddled and confused with thoughts that shouldn’t even be there; thoughts of one particular irritating, intrusive boy to be exact. Being up in the air would ensure Brianna’s thoughts were focused on nothing but the feel of the wind in her hair and pit of excitement that grew in her stomach every time she flew.
Straddling her broom Brianna let out a loud ”WHOOP” as she kicked off as hard as she could, racing into the air at her fastest speed yet. Almost instantly Brianna could feel her mind beginning to clear and in that moment she knew exactly why she loved flying more than anything in the world. Pressing her body flat against her broom she began picking up speed, heading towards the goal post on the opposite end of the pitch. Only when she was just five feet from crashing did she pull back on her broom handle; resulting in her shooting upwards just narrowly missing the posts. She could feel her heart racing from the thrill of nearly crashing.
Spotting a free quaffle on the ground Brianna grinned and raced down towards it. Gripping her broom with one hand she used her free one to scoop up the quaffle and position it under her arms. She spotted a figure hovering near the goal posts and was instantly struck with a brilliant idea. Racing upwards Brianna sped as fast as she could towards the unsuspecting person. Tossing the quaffle just high enough in the air to pass over the stranger's head she then jerked her broom to the left just narrowly avoiding a collision as she felt her arm brush against them. Brianna then switched the hand clutching her broom and caught the quaffle before tossing it through the hoops with a cheer. ”SORRY ABOUT THAT” she yelled back over her shoulder before resuming her pursuit of the falling quaffle. Her life could not have been more perfect. She had never felt so free.
WORDS : 586
STATUS : Open
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
BANNER CREDIT : TANA
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Post by DAPHNE ELIZABETH GREENGRASS on Apr 25, 2011 13:38:43 GMT
 rise to the heights of all you can be
soar on the hopes of marvellous things
[/font][/i][/right] You know those really annoying urges that you get at random times and just can’t ignore? Well, Daphne was having one of those, and struggling to ignore it. She was in the Slytherin common room at one of the desks by the window, valiantly plugging along with her Arithmancy homework whilst merpeople and various inhabitants of the Lake tapped on the window and pointed up towards the surface, indicating that it was a nice, warm day and that she should be outside. Like she didn’t already know that. Every other person in Slytherin had left the common room for somewhere brighter, warmer, or more populated. That was how she knew it was safe to look studious in what would typically be quite a busy area.
Arithmancy was complicated, and slow work. It was, however, enjoyable in that when a problem was completed there was a rush of relief, adrenaline, and pride. If Daphne had been Muggle, she may well have decided to become an accountant, as she liked numbers that much. As it was, though, she simply thought of it as a means to an end – something she could get good grades in without having to ask for help. Because that, of course, would never do. Daphne tickled her jaw absently with the feather of her quill as she tried to work out the last calculation. Without calculators, it was a lot of manual work, and her working parchment was filled with scribbles and tiny sums that weren’t set out in any logical order at all. It was a good thing she didn’t have to turn that one in to Professor Vector, otherwise she would probably fail miserably because the woman wouldn’t be able to understand it.
Sudden inspiration flashed into Daphne’s mind, and she scrawled the answer onto the parchment. Flicking her wand, the ink dried instantly, and she rolled up the scroll and stuffed it into her bag. She crumpled up the other piece of parchment and jogged up the stairs to deposit her homework in its designated box, and to put her bag on the end of her bed. She’d need it later on to do her Potions assignment, but she wasn’t too worried about that. Although she did like to try hard in all of her subjects, she knew that Professor Snape wouldn’t be too hard on her if it was subpar. He was, after all, head of her house, and a family friend. Not that she advertised that to anyone. There were other people with better links to professors than her. Ethan Snape, for instance. That on was pretty obvious. And that Potter boy in Gryffindor. His mother was there, and teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, no less! Daphne would have been severely irked by that if she had really been anything like her parents.
Glancing outside, the young girl saw that the marine beings had been right. It was a beautiful day, and almost everyone, it seemed, was in the Grounds, sunbathing, reading, pretending to fish in the Lake, or just fooling around with friends. The stands meant that Daphne couldn’t see if anyone was using the Quidditch pitch, but she decided that she didn’t care. She was going to use it anyway. For sunbathing. Well, it wasn’t like she could practice Keeping when there was no-one from her team willing to play, was it? Grabbing her Moontrimmer 2100, Daphne decided that the stairs were just too much effort to deal with. Instead, she mounted her broom and flew out of the school. Luckily, she didn’t have far to go, and didn’t encounter any teachers.
Rocketing towards the pitch at a rapid pace, Daphne smiled instinctively. Quidditch, and just flying in general, always made her feel that way. It was the only thing that made her feel better when she was angry. Apart from music, of course. That worked almost as well. Without thinking about it, Daphne headed for the hoops. Almost as soon as she got there, a Quaffle flew over her head and a brunette just missed knocking her off her broom. That sobered her up pretty quickly, and Daphne felt her competitive streak rising. Shouting after the girl, Daphne called out. “HOW ABOUT YOU TRY AGAIN WHEN I’M ACTUALLY TRYING?” With that, she positioned herself in front of the middle hoop, slightly lower down so she could more easily defend the two outward hoops.
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