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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:14 am
Meiko noticed that the others had left to the grounds, but Meiko decided to just stay in the field. She sat on the grass, with her head in the clouds.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 2:51 pm
"Class dismissed" Dream said bitterly and quietly.It had been a long day with her being the one to teach TWO classes.
Dream shook her head as the Hufflepuff ran off.She sighed then walked off too. (( sorry I haven't been online,I've been sick and drowned with homework/makeup work))
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:28 am
(( It's okay~ ^^ Ooh, make up work! :3 ))
Meiko stood up, stretching her arms and smiled at the teacher before walking off. "Bye, professor."
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 3:58 pm
Chevalresque  ⒩⒜⒯⒣⒜⒩⒤⒠⒧ ⒲⒜⒭⒟ - ２ｎｄ ｙｅａｒ
Nathaniel bowed his head. "The master... You're already thinking highly of me. I'm sorry to declare that this master has always been an apprentice." He was curious too. He never saw Ginelle fly.Even if his great-pa thought him all he knows about riding on a broom, that didn't mean Nate was any good. How much time he spent on his Moontrimmer ? He remembered the splinters on his hand from gripping the broom too hard. The times he brushed slightly too close to the house. "There's never a limit to learning. I'm more of a modest flyer too. Besides, you're probably surpassing me."  EGG!!
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eskimo kissses Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 1:23 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde (OOC: Hey... That's the second egg in one of my posts xD)
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:25 pm
Chevalresque “He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde (OOC: Hey... That's the second egg in one of my posts xD)((LOL Congrats duude!))
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eskimo kissses Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 4:51 pm
Dream walked onto the field and smiled."Okay everyone!Today I'll be picking a few students to do races and challenges."
She took a deep breath then continued,"Nathaniel,Meiko,Antoinette, and Amelia are the ones I picked."
Dream looked at everyone in the eye."First I want you all to get your brooms then meet me in the air.AND! I literally want you to get your brooms,no Accio-ing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 1:45 am
Meiko heard the professor's instruction and hopped onto her broom. She grunted abit as she kicked off the ground, and started to hover off a few feet from the ground. She followed the professor up, and waited for the others as she waited for further instruction.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 4:34 am
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde Nathaniel entered the field, his Moontrimmer always in hand. He was surprised when the teacher wanted him to race but felt up to the challenge. Would he have to race the three of them at the same time ? Nathaniel was still uneasy around Amelia, he hadn't seen her much ever since last class when they ran away. And so he out his hand over his broom, grumbled the "Up", mounted it and kicked off the ground. Although stabilizing himself into the air wasn't a problem, he jumpily headed towards the teacher and Meiko.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 4:46 pm
"The first race"Dream began"Is from here to Honeydukes and back.The winner will receive 5 points."Dream blew her whistle and the race began.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:10 am
When Meiko heard the whistle signaling for them to start, she hurriedly beamed away, passing the the grounds.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 12:28 am
Meiko reached the field, slowing down her broom as she landed a few meters in front of the professor. She huffed, half-smiling as she looked at professor Dream. "I'm done with the task, ma'am."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:04 pm
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.” - Oscar Wilde Nathaniel came back rushing through the sky. He maintained his broom the best he could, keeping a stable speed. He concentrated, slowly headed down the field. He wouldn't risk landing near the girl and Professor Dream. What would happen if he crashed into them ? Nathaniel peaked to the ground, glad that he didn't cause any accidents. **Thanks millions for feeling dirt under my shoes** he thought. Nathaniel wasn't afraid or anything like that. Flying these days just kept reminding him of something important. Heading towards the teacher, he let out a sight of relief. "Hello professor. I've just come back from Honeydukes." Too bad he didn't win those extra points.
₦ᎪᏆ♅Ꭺ₦ᎥᎬᏞ ᎳᎪᏒᎠ - 2ℕᎠ ᎽᎬᎪᏒ
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 4:48 pm
Amelia Frances Joan
 Amelia jumped at her name being called. She worried, as she hadn't had much time to try out a broom, but she didn't comment. It was probably punishment for her running off the previous class. She ran quickly to the shed, wanting to get 'her' broom before anyone else. Maybe it was because it looked a little more rickety than others or it just for some magical reason liked her, but when she reached the shed it was still there. Wrapping her hand tightly around the handle, she straddled it, feeling the cushioning spell supporting her. Kicking off the ground, neared the professor slowly.
Upon hearing the whistle, Amelia leaned forward, silently urging her broom forward. While it did start forward, the poor broom also tipped downwards, causing the young girl to slide forward. But she kept her cool, pulling back just like she would a rudder to gain altitude. She made her way to Hogsmeade thanks only to Meiko and Nate's directional sense. The quick glance at Nate brought up all sorts of problems, but she roughly shoved them back and let herself enjoy the flight. She knew she wouldn't win, thanks to the late start, so she didn't hurry. Reaching Hogsmeade, she lowered herself so that her foot touched the roof of the nearest building, before turning around and kicking off once more. Her flight back was the same simple path, though it took a little longer because she experimented a little this way. Pulling up on the handle, she went straight up, high above the ground, testing to see if the broom's magic would stall. Amazingly it didn't. Her excitement was so much that it caused the broom to flip, making her let out a shriek of joy.
Returning fairly quickly, Amelia had a grin on her face, and was slightly out of breath. She didn't mind losing; to her a true race could only be held between equals. Both of them had been flying years longer than her. So it was understandable to lose. As she neared the ground, she remembered an important fact: she never learned how to land properly. Trying desperately to pull out of her dive towards that ground, similar to the Wronski Feint, though totally accidental. Likewise she landed in a crash, toppling head over heels. She heard more than felt her ulna snap as she stopped roughly on it.
First Year Ravenclaw
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 9:45 am
Melody Laurentia Hillyard
Melody went for her flying class with her broom. She was not sure if she was suppose to use the broom in the closet or her own's. When she arrived, she could see that they were having a race. Being new and doesn't wants to be noticed, she slipped into the crowd and waited for further instructions. She was excited for flying lesson as it sounded like it's some kind of sport.
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