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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:55 pm
Sara blinked as she seemed to fall back towards the ground, but bobbed a bit in the air as her broom seemed to shake.
"Aww! C'mon yeh old Sap!" she started at her broom, her brow furrowed in slight disappointment. "I ain't that heav-"
Her broom gave a few strong bucks, but -due to some amazing experience on her part - Sara was able to hold on and keep her seating with little to no agitation.
"Hey now!" she partly scolded as the broom started to settle again. "No need fer any of that! I meant nothin' by it!" she started then patted her broom as it settled into a hover like it should have done to begin with.
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Ottolla Nico rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:15 pm
Lysander snorted slightly at the girl. "And dangerous." He said with a smirk, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear before turning to the teacher as well. Just hop on and push off? Seems easy enough. But Lysander believed in preparing before doing anything new, so he only shifted slightly and watched the others get settled and kick off.
He nodded to his new comrade in flight. "Just get yourself settled and kick off. It sounds easy enough." He grinned at her, and took a step back with a small flourish. 'Ladies first' his gesture said. He smiled slightly as he watched her hop on to her broom and kick off. It seemed to be going smoothly, or so he thought until it shot off away from him. He stepped forward quickly and made a grab at her robe- though all that would have done was to yank her backwards and off the broom, not a good alternative- but the fabric slipped past his fingertips like water. He watched, mouth open slightly, as the girl almost knocked over a few students before being rescued by someone further down the line.
Cautiously, he stepped back into place and shook his head. Either these brooms were cursed, or the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Quidditch teams would be severely lacking in players in a few years time. Lysander could only hope that the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses would be at about the same level of skill. With an exaggerated sigh, Lysander twirled the broomstick around once, like he use to do with the non-flying variety back home, before he held it properly and gracefully swung his leg to settle the broom in place between his thighs. His nose crinkled slightly when he looked down, slightly disgruntled that his first time flying would be on something so shabby, and unlike the sleek, polished one of his previous dreams. Sighing, he re-positioned his hands like he'd watched the teacher do, before kicking off the ground on his own.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:56 pm
Lysander expected the broom to lift him gently off the ground, similar to the way it had risen to his outstretched and waiting hand, but his journey into the air was nothing like that. He was lifted high enough so that his feet were off the ground and he was able to comfortably tuck them back against the bristles, but then the broom slowly descended towards the grass. By the time he realized he wasn't going to stay in the air, his broomstick had lowered so much so that he was unable to move his legs to catch himself, so he ended up half kneeling, half sitting, with his broom resting on the grass between his legs.
He blinked his eye a few times before letting out a low laugh, and he rose to his feet and tried again. The next time he kicked off and got comfortable in the air, his broom did the same thing, stopping so his knees only barely touched the tips of the tallest blades of grass. He laughed slightly again, and stood once more. "Well," He started, tucking his hair behind his ear again and sending a grin to those nearest to him. "I guess third time's the charm?" When he repeated his trial, the broom did stay in the air at a proper height, if not a bit lower than most everyone else. Shrugging slightly, he resigned himself to slightly lower hovering, which wasn't really a problem at all.
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Peter Neverwood rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:32 am
Jericho watched with widening eyes as a young man from his own house rose high into the air. Was that considered a good thing, or bad? Well, it went against the professor's instructions, but at least it wasn't zipping off, right? Besides, the broom's rider seemed to be completely innocent judging by his uneasy words.
He would have wanted to try and help, but he'd never ridden a broom before. There was no telling what would happen; he could end up worse than that boy. Maybe even whacked around or rammed like that poor Ravenclaw boy and that other girl. Best let their teacher handle it.
He was about to notify Professor Drake when a girl raised her hand and beat him to it. It was the same one who had been hit repeatedly by her broom earlier. She stated clearly that the boy was her brother, leaving Jeri somewhat surprised. He hadn't realized siblings could be in the same year - at least not unless they were twins of some kind. Fraternal, maybe?
Still, that would have explained the Professor's use of 'Linwood' to refer to both students. He recognized the name 'Liam Linwood' from his house, but was his sister also a Hufflepuff? Jeri wasn't sure. He was only certain about her brother because Liam was a guy and therefore he'd at least seen him around the guys' dorms.
Oh, but there were some Hufflepuff girls he'd noted from the first night's Welcoming Feast in the Great Hall. There was the slightly-late-to-Flight-Class one, Anya, who seemed somewhat embarrassed at her tardiness, but quickly seemed to perk up when her broom came into her grip.
A Ravenclaw boy assured her she was fine, and Jeri appreciated the patch-eyed fellow's friendliness, even if it wasn't directed toward him. He hadn't realized Ravenclaws could be so...chivalrous. Wasn't that mostly a Gryffindor thing? But perhaps this First Year was simply courteous to all he met.
The second Hufflepuff girl Jeri recognized from the Great Hall was the one who quickly adjusted herself to sit sideways on her broom. Now why on earth would she do that? Was she so confident in her abilities that she could balance with both legs to one side? He'd seen it done before, but only once, and by a very experienced flier. The girl didn't seem like she was all that comfortable or confident, though...she looked more disconcerted to him. Maybe he could ask her why later. If only he could remember her name.
As the students finally seemed to get a hold on (and recover from) their brooms, the teacher invited them to advance to the next step. This seemed simple, but so did the previous one. One girl seemed to be asking something about a saddle, to which Jericho inwardly smiled. If only. It would have been nice to have a seat belt and maybe some stirrups too.
Within minutes of receiving their new instructions, a blur of motion distracted Jeri as someone rushed past, calling for help. It was Anya. He saw the Ravenclaw boy with the eyepatch try to grab her before she was out of reach, but in vain.
Fortunately, another First Year had gotten a hold of his own broom and flown after her. Jeri was impressed as he tugged her back into line. That was some quick thinking and control of his flying. Had that guy done this before? He must have been a Ravenclaw also; Jeri didn't remember seeing him in the Hufflepuff common room.
The brunet nearby Jericho seemed relieved that Anya was safe. He hadn't even mounted his own broom until the girl was fine. This struck Jeri as strange since Anya was a Hufflepuff and it wasn't likely the boy knew her. Still, the student showed a great deal of concern for someone he'd just met. Were all Ravenclaws this considerate?
Jeri observed as the young man twirled his broom with a dexterous hand, positioned it as their professor had instructed, and sighed before kicking off the ground. The eye-patched First Year didn't get as high as they'd been told to go, but neither did he go off soaring into the sky like Liam or zooming off like Anya.
In fact, the Ravenclaw boy ended up somewhere between a kneeling and sitting position on the grass. Instead of seemed ashamed by his failed attempt, though, he laughed and got up once more. There was a similar result, but he'd gotten a little higher. He grinned, and Jericho couldn't help but smile in turn. He nodded silently and mounted his own broom, holding his breath subconsciously as he tried his own hand at flying.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:44 am
Oh - well that was surprisingly easy. A little wobbly, but at least he got up off the ground with little trouble. Turning to glance at the other students next to him, Jeri realized he himself was going a bit high and leaned forward a bit to tilt his broom back down. Not to land, but juuust enough to lower himself. There; perfect. That was three feet more or less, right? It was difficult to tell how high up you were when you were seated parallel to the ground.
Recalling something, he looked toward the Ravenclaw with the eye-patch to see how he was doing. His gray gaze locked on the others'. "...Isn't it...tough?" he spoke at last, his words quiet, but distinct. "Your eye-patch," he indicated, gesturing to his own eye. "Depth perception." It was a good thing they weren't flying today. Just hovering was tough enough. Hopefully that Ravenclaw's other eye would have healed up enough by the time they were truly ready to fly so he could judge distance better.
Jeri was very tempted to ask how the boy had gotten his injury in the first place, but that would have been rude. He doubted he'd been in a fight, since the guy seemed so charismatic. What could have happened then? An accident? A spell gone wrong? A prank by one of the meaner children?
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:02 am
Alois' broom lifted off the ground without much trouble other than a few wobblings here and there. It scared Alois until the broom finally stilled itself. Once again he thanked the broom and sat waiting for the next step.
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:10 am
Aeron didn't particularly want to continue with this lesson. If the brooms went haywire just lifting off the ground... He glanced about before quickly bending and picking up his broom himself. He straddled it, hands working the knuckles white as he put a death grip on the stick. He almost cracked a grin at himself as he got the random image of a muggle child riding a stick pony for that was surely what he looked like, what his with bristles dragging on the ground rather than floating in the air like the other students.
Maybe the broom was just messing with him? He wondered if he would be allowed to skip the rest of the lesson if he couldn't get off the ground? He'd offer to do some extra credit for herbology or something. Maybe even find out and list the ingredients of floo powder? That could actually be interesting... He kicked, half hopeful the broom wouldn't respond.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:20 am
The broom leapt into the air, catching Aeron in the seat as it dragged him up. He doubled over in pain rolling off the side of the broom but remained clinging to it with hands and knees. He gasped as stars swum in his eyes, distorting his already confusing vision of the world upside down. His white blond hair hung like a fine blue fringed halo around his head as tears rolled up his forehead.
The broom bobbed up and down, rising to place his head at the same height as the other students, rather than floating sedately at the required level. He couldn't let go at this height...though only about 6ft up it was high enough to scare the poor boy. He just clung to the underside of the broom, waiting for the awful pain in his gut to go away.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 1:23 pm
Lysander looked up at the pale-in-every-way Hufflepuff boy from his lowered hovering position. "Hmm?" He murmured, blinking slowly for a moment as he waited for the boy to start speaking, sure that was what the prolonged eye-contact was for. Isn't what tough? Flying? Perhaps, but they were only just starting out after all. He tilted his head a bit, so he could see the boy better, though to some it might seem a bit dismissive, with the way he was now facing someone else. His eye, however, remained trained on the boy, and he smirked slightly when his patch was brought up. One of his eyebrows lifted, and he tossed his head slightly so his bangs wouldn't cover it.
"A bit, yes." He said, eye shining in amusement. His curiosity was so cute, did he really want to know? He did, obviously, enough to actually ask the question. "However, I'm use to it. It doesn't pose much of a problem." He moved his head back into position, even going to far as to face the boy once more, though it did made it slightly harder to actually see him. "Though I do suppose it will prevent me from trying out for Quidditch." He frowned slightly, as though it was the first time he thought of it, most likely because it was. He had planned on trying out regardless, and he probably still would. "Shame, that." His lips twitched at a thought, and he shot the boy a grin before voicing it. "Though it's not likely I'd be any good, considering my state." He freed one hand from the handle and gestured gently to his broomstick and other's, telling the boy that, if he wasn't even able to hover properly, what was the likelihood he would make the team when the time came. It was all in good fun, however, seeing as how he chuckled for a moment before his grin settled back into place.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 2:30 pm
As the Ravenclaw boy responded to the Hufflepuff, Jeri shifted ever so slightly astride his broom. He seemed to draw back a bit, his chin almost tucked against his chest as his pale face drew color into cheeks. The contrast of his naturally light complexion against his blush only exaggerated the effect, though Jeri seemed completely unaware of this. When the brunet looked at him musingly, his own lips parted slightly in surprise, not having expected the other First Year to be so open with speaking to him. It seemed the Ravenclaw's chivalry and outgoing attitude didn't just extend to girls after all.
He was curious at first as to why the other boy kept turning and twisting his head. Then Jeri realized with a mental self-slap that it was harder for him to see straight with just one eye. "Don't worry," he stated, referring to the other's attempt to face him squarely. This may or may not have been clear due to his meager use of words, though, so he quickly added, "You'll hurt your neck." The fact that the boy would go out of his way just to be polite was appreciated, but Jericho didn't want him to be inconvenienced just because of that.
At the mention of Quidditch, Jeri offered a small, sad smile to express his condolences. Instantly, though, the Ravenclaw was grinning again. Was it even possible for this boy to be in a bad mood? Or was it just a front he was putting up? "Me either," he sympathized, though he chose not to elaborate on why. It probably didn't matter much because he hadn't any wish to try out for the team in the first place, even if the charismatic boy did.
Jeri waved a hand dismissively as the pleasant Ravenclaw gestured to ther broomsticks. "School brooms," Jeri stated with a sigh, suggesting that the school's old, worn-out brooms were probably more of a cause for the First Years' flying troubles than the young wizards and witches themselves. It was unknown how much of that would be derived from his two words, but he trusted that the other would be intelligent enough to figure it out. He was a Ravenclaw and all.
He was silent for a few minutes after that. "...Won't heal?" Jeri asked eventually, glancing back at the long-haired boy before catching sight of someone floating upside down. Were those tears? If he risked going higher now...but it wasn't that far up, and the teacher would likely be busy with Liam who was higher still. Besides, hadn't the other First Years tried to help one another out?
With a moment's hesitation, the Hufflepuff attempted to rise into the air a little higher - just a few more feet - in order to grasp the other kid's broom handle. It was the same guy who'd been knocked to the floor earlier, too. "You okay?" he asked the boy, admiring the fellow's tenacity. Slowly he attempted to tilt his own broom downward, hoping to bring them both into a slow decent. Maybe if they were required to get back up into the air, he could offer to switch brooms with the poor guy. That particular broom he was using seemed to have it out for him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 7:17 am
Professor Drake couldn't help but feel weary and anxious as she watched the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws hover about the ground. It didn't look like she had any terrible mishaps this time--perhaps a bad wedgie for a few kids, but besides that... No broom maiming this time around! I wonder if that's really something I should be celebrating? Professor Drake wondered, chewing on the side of her lip.
Of course, she thought too soon because as soon as she took another glance, a Hufflepuff girl was flying out of control. The Professor leaned down on her broom, ready to come to the rescue when another boy steadied the Hufflepuff. "Alvesleben!" She shouted, beckoning the boy to come to her. When he was in earshot, Professor Drake frowned at him, "I said I wanted no show-offs, Alvesleben," She began, narrowing her eyes at him, "Just because I'm not punishing your heroics this time, doesn't mean I won't be on the lookout later..." She paused, "Nice save and get back in line," Professor Drake gave him a quick smile before returning to her usual expression.
Since that was over with and most of the kids were in the air by now, Professor Drake decided to continue the lesson. "Nextly, class!" She rose her voice so the chattering would stop, "You are going to slowly fly around the field. Riding a broom involves shifting your weight from side to side and willing the broom forward." Why did she have a feeling that this would go horribly awry? "I want everyone to take it slow for now and make sure to spread out! I don't want any midair collisions. Also! No higher than ten feet, alright?"
Round Three:
- Your kid is going to be moving around on the broom--they can go above 3 feet but not higher than 10.
List of Events:
- Round One (7/21/2012)
- Round Two (7/23/2012)
- Round Three (7/28/2012)
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Minyaagar rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 9:54 am
Lothar cringed when the Professor barked out his name, of course now he was going to get punished for helping the poor hufflepuff girl. With a quiet groan he maneuvered his broom so he was a few feet away from her. He had no doubt that people were laughing at him.
Lothar looked as contrite as he could as she began to reprimand him. He boiled inside when she called him a show-off. He hadn't done it to show off! Still..he knew that argument wouldn't go over well with her so he stayed silent and kept his face expressionless. "Yes Professor Drake, thank you." he replied in a monotone.
He was a bit surprised when she actually congratulated him and gave him a smile. So she wasn't really that mad at him after all. Well that was a relief. With a bow of his head, Lothar did as she told him and maneuvered his broom back to the line, next to the hufflepuff girl that he had just rescued.
"I think I'll stick close to you just in case that broom of yours starts acting up again." He whispered to her before the Professor gave them the go ahead to start flying.
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Minyaagar rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:18 pm
Louvenia wasn't the least bit surprised by her cousin's actions or that the professor called him out on it. Still..calling him a show-off was a bit strong. If Lothar had wanted to show off he would have made his rescue look ten times more spectacular than it had been. She snorted and rolled her eyes but made sure not to do it when the Professor was looking at her. She didn't want to get called out and reprimanded for anything.
She knew could almost see the steam coming out Lothar's ears. She knew that despite his calm and contrite manner he was more than likely fuming mad inside. She sighed and played with one of her braids trying to think of something she could do to make him feel better later.
Louvenia was still a bit apprehensive about the whole flying thing, especially because of her dreams the night before. She fidgeted nervously as the professor began to talk about not going higher than ten feet high. Ha, as though Louvenia was going to go any higher than she already was! If anything she was going to stay as close to the ground as she could. though she hoped that she'd be the only one.
When Professor Drake gave them the go ahead to fly, Louvenia took a deep breath and nudged her broom slightly,willing it to go up further.
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Minyaagar rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:29 pm
Liam could barely hear the Professor's words and clung to his broom as though his life depended on it. Had she ignored him completely? Why the heck was she not helping him?
Liam's full ire was now fully placed on the Professor. While he wasn't the angry sort or prone to having many negative feelings, when he got irked he could hold a pretty long grudge against people. He fumed, and loosened his grip from the broom and glared down at the professor. He'd show her!
If he had to dive bomb her to get the professor's attention then he'd darn well do it. When she gave the go ahead to fly, he angled the broom downwards towards where she was sitting and urged the broom to go.
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Minyaagar rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:37 pm
Maergrethe was a bit perturbed when the Professor ignored her completely, focusing her attention to the show off Lothar. Maer gritted her teeth and glanced up at her brother Liam. He was still clinging to it for dear life, man she had Leoben were going to have to work on that fear of his. He wouldn't go far if he continued to be afraid of heights.
She reached out a hand over her broom again and cried, "Up with you!" The broom jumped into her hand and she took a seat on it. She figured if the professor wasn't going to help Liam then she'd have to do it herself. It's not like the Professor was going to stop her once she told them to practice flying around.
Maer flipped her hair out of her eyes and focused once more on her brother who was still hovering high above the rest of them. Wait..what was he doing now? It looked like he had a pissed off look on his face and his broom was angled down, as though he was preparing to dive bomb someone. Maer's gaze followed his trajectory and her eyes widened in alarm. Oh no! Liam don't! She screamed mentally at her brother.
She knew without a doubt that if he were to even pretend to dive bomb the professor he'd end up in detention. Liam never did well when he was forced to stay indoors. She shuddered remembering the last time he was forced to stay indoors and the wreckage he had caused. These people had no clue that the normally calm Liam could become a raging monster when his freedom was impinged on.
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