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Seruta rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:54 am
Having sat back on her broom and watched the ordeal, Sara tilted her head a bit as one of her fellow students was escorted to the infirmary.
"Tha's nothin' compared ta what happened ta me a few summers ago..." Sara chimed, mainly to herself. "Got myself bucked off a bull clear across ta barn, I did!"
Still, her eyes watched, silently hoping the poor kid was ok. "'Course, not everyone knows how ta take a fall, I 'spose..."
Noticing that most of the fiasco had gone, she returned to the task at hand and looked down at the broom she was still hovering upon.
"Alright, stud..." she started, patting her broom a bit as if it was a horse. "Let's try it, shall we?" Out of habit, she gently clicked her heels and leaned forward.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 10:15 am
Apparently, her broom liked being treated as a horse and allowed Sara to gently glide about the area with ease!
"Well, ain't that somethin'?!" she marveled aloud, her eyes glittering with her excitement as she managed well enough to make even herself jealous. Shoot! The broom even had a smoother gait than a horse or cow ever did! Well... if you want to call it a gait?
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Charmaine Kitteridge rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:06 pm
Minyaagar 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.
So now she had to attempt to fly. Taking a deep breath she tried to raise the broom just a little.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:49 pm
Anya was thrilled when the broom obeyed her command and slowly raised. With a loud squeal she moved a bit faster and started zooming across the field, staying close to the ground again in case something happened.
Nothing happened and soon Anya was flying around happily.
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Peter Neverwood rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:54 pm
The pale boy heard, along with the rest of the class, as the professor called to the kid who'd saved Anya. She took him aside and he couldn't catch what was said, but he thought he saw the professor smile. He felt a little lighter-hearted at that because he hadn't felt that Anya's rescuer deserved the scolding he received. Jeri highly valued fairness and he didn't think the student had been showing off at all - just saving Anya.
As far as Liam...was he too far up that the professor hadn't heard him? Somehow she didn't seem to notice the other kids that needed help either, like Alois. At least he'd tried to help the latter, but Liam was still pretty far up. Did their instructor not care because Liam was still no higher than 10 feet? Did she think he was doing it on purpose? At first he looked and sounded scared, but as Jeri squinted, he thought his expression had changed to one of anger.
He could have been wrong, but Liam's demeanor certainly seemed different as the boy angled his broom downward, possibly toward their teacher. Maybe he had ascended that high on purpose. Maybe he'd just wanted the teacher's attention, and if she wouldn't give it to him out of pity, he would demand it through some troublesome act. His younger siblings used to do that to him all the time. Hopefully the teacher would be prepared to handle that sort of situation. He wasn't the authority in this setting, so Jeri didn't dare to step out of line just yet. He had other things to worry about.
When the Hufflepuff had been younger and his mother still alive, his father had often spoken of his own days as a Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. Stories of Flight class were some of his favorites to tell, but Jericho couldn't remember Montressor mentioning anything about flying on the first day. All he knew was that in his father's day, the First Years were not expected to do anything more than get their brooms up, mount them, hover for a moment, and then touch down.
Perhaps too many children had complained or they were searching for signs of extraordinary talent that would reveal itself at once. Whatever the case, it seemed the standards for First Years had changed since then. The brooms hadn't seemed to, though. With these school brooms more used and worn-out than ever, what other disasters would they cause for their First Year riders?
Jericho saw one of the girls stay close to the ground and thought it was a wise idea. It demonstrated control of one's broom and made it easy to stop. If one fell off their broom, they wouldn't fall too far to the ground. That seemed safest for someone like himself who wasn't so confident in his flight abilities; especially because of his eyesight. With his thoughts returning to eyesight, he meekly peered over at the Ravenclaw boy again. He hoped he didn't seem too nosy or obnoxiously interested, but he was curious as to what the brunet would do. Despite his handicap, he seemed fairly confident in himself. Or was that just his optimistic attitude? Jeri found it hard to tell. The long-haired boy didn't seem concerned as his broom shifted position with his movements.
He was smiling again. Why was he smiling like that? Was he inwardly laughing at him? He was a little more conscious of the increased heat that rose to his face this time, but he didn't understand why. Jericho didn't mind if others laughed at him, so what was this awkwardness? A combination of confusion at the Ravenclaw's behavior and anxiety of their hazardous flight lesson, most likely.
As the other student commented on not getting on the team, the Hufflepuff's puzzlement only increased. The guy didn't sound sad at all - not even the least bit dejected. Hadn't he wanted to try out for team, though? And he couldn't have already accepted and come to terms with the idea because he'd acted as though he'd never even considered the possible hindrances before; neither lack of depth perception, nor the inadequacy of the school brooms.
Whoops - seemed as though he'd interrupted the other's thoughts again. That wasn't a good idea, especially while they were trying to concentrate on broom flying. Where was his common sense? Maybe he was just...giddy, but he'd never felt this way before, so this was how it chose to manifest itself - rudeness. He was sorry to hear yet more unfortunate news about the boy's eye, but again, the fellow was smiling as if it were nothing.
Jeri tried to put the bewildering boy out of his mind for now as he faced ahead and decided to attempt the next step of their lesson. It would probably be better for both of them if he didn't pester the Ravenclaw with talk any more than he already had. He didn't need to worry about seeming rude by stopping, either; the distinctive brunet already seemed to be focused on other things. It was time Jericho did the same.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:12 am
...So much for focusing his mind on the task at hand.
Whether it was his lingering curiosity about the Ravenclaw, the distracting collision Liam had with a blue-haired girl, or just plain ineptitude in flying, Jericho could not keep control of his broom's speed or direction. It started too fast and just wouldn't slow. A little too high, now slightly too low. Then sun in his eye, but he'd not let go.
He was about to hit a wall. The Hufflepuff attempted a sharp maneuver upward, though both the broomstick handle and the skin of his knuckles grazed the bricks as he did so. He could hear the raspy sound of the broom's end twigs scraping against the wall, causing some to snap off as they did so. Jeri was still going faster than he was comfortable. If only this thing had breaks of some kind!
It had sadly never occurred to the boy to open his mouth and command the thing to stop. He'd never been all that vocal because he'd never found words much use when actions would do better - particularly when it came to his siblings. Yelling at them hadn't ever really accomplished anything. Still...with the way magic worked here at Hogwarts, it seemed speaking words would soon be just as valuable as doing deeds.
Jeri tilted backward a bit in an attempt to pull away from the wall - both to spare his broom and the skin on the back of his hands. The broom seemed to react well enough at first, but the boy forgot to slacken his grip and he was suddenly pulled into a backwards loop-de-loop. This disoriented him quite heavily and it became difficult to tell the sky from the ground, especially with his monochromacy.
Shutting his eyes against the spinning world around him, the Hufflepuff tried to keep the dizziness at bay before realizing a split second too late that he needed to keep his eyes open to see where he was going. Jericho smashed against an adjacent wall, the front of his broom handle splintering off with a sickening sound as he himself was jerked forward by the momentum and knocked against the wall on the way down. He didn't know how high up he'd been, but he expected the impact against the ground to hurt nevertheless.
Well, at least he wasn't likely to crash into anyone on the way down, nor distract their flying any more than Liam's incident had.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:06 pm
Lothar was startled by Sky's angry reply. He turned to glance at her with a slight frown on his face. Then the frown disappeared when he realized that she was probably speaking that way because of the pain. A sympathetic look came on his face as he regarded her closely.
"Your arm must hurt a lot." He murmured noticing the tears that were welling up in the corner of her eyes. His head jerked back in surprise at her sharp retort at him. He stood there for a moment watching her walk away, then he gritted his teeth and followed after her.
Professor Drake had told him to escort her and he was bloody going to do it. He figured that if Sky was in that much pain she could probably pass out from it and the Professor didn't want her to be alone in case that happened.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Lothar asked, an eyebrow raised as he easily caught up with Sky and matched his pace with hers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:47 pm
Maergrethe was rather relieved when the doctor picked up his pace and they managed to get to the field in under five minutes. She held her her hands clasped in front of her as the elder doctor examined her brother. Please let everything be all right. She begged silently.
A smirk tugged at her lips when he started in on the Professor. Her name was TUULA? She held back a snort at this and hid a smile behind one hand. She was thankful to hear that all Liam had broken was his nose and a few other bones. She was really relieved to know that he hadn't been hurt worse. She let loose a deep breath that she had been holding.
Maergrethe noticed that the doctor had left his bag behind on the ground. "I'll carry this for him Professor Drake." She said as she grabbed it up and then followed behind the doctor.
"Sir? Do you need some help pushing? I can help." She offered as she walked a few paces behind him.
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WithMurderTonight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:38 pm
Alois looked at the broom beneath him and gulped. He had just witnessed someone getting much more injured than he had just moments ago. He felt bad for the injured student, but he was feeling too nervous to focus on that for too long. Would he wind up the same way? He wanted to follow the other students to see if the boy known as Liam was okay. His three feet off the ground prevented him from doing so.
He position himself on his broom and waited for the broom to rise higher than three feet. He hoped his luck would be better than it had been. He couldn't be that unlucky as the second stage had gone by without much trouble.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:15 pm
Failure once again befell on Alois. His broom barely went higher than an inch and it didn't seem like it wanted to go any higher. This time he wasn't going to express his anger the way he had before. Instead he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tilted the front end of his broom downward. The broom gently glided down until Alois firmly planted his feet on the ground.
"I guess I quit," he said to himself. It wasn't like him to quit, but he didn't want to accidently lose his patience again and anger the broom. It would suck to be injured worse that he already had been.
He guessed that quidditch truly wasn't a future thing for him. He could always try next next time. He would probably be much more mature then. He had just pulled the broom from between his legs when he turned to see another student Jeri having trouble with his broom. Alois' initial reaction was shock and then realization. He needed to help the boy before he fell and hurt himself too badly. He racked inside his brain for the right spell.
He had read of spells higher than his year, but he wasn't sure what would happen if he were to try and use them. They may explode or something. Think still as the little seconds went by he finally decided that he would try the wingardium leviosa spell. Placing his broom on the ground quick, he ripped his wand out from his pocket and pointed it at the boy.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, making sure not to mispronounce the words. It seemed to work just as the boy was eight feet from the ground as he hesitated in the air for more than a few seconds. Alois, feeling confident in himself, began guiding the boy down. Once he got to six feet the spell gave out and he watched as the boy continued to fall mercilessly, again. He cursed himself and ran in the direction of Jeri to see if he was alright.
(I could change my post if need be.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 3:44 pm
The pale Hufflepuff was startled as he was jerked to a halt mid-air before slowly descending, as if some unseen force were gradually lowering him to the ground. He tried not to move, but looked about cautiously for whoever had managed to stop him, catching sight of the student from earlier with his wand out before his fall sped up once more.
Despite his less-than-graceful landing, Jericho smiled as he tried to sit up, grateful to the other boy. After all, whatever damage he sustained could have been a lot worse if it hadn't been for the quick thinking and actions of the other First Year. Jeri was rather impressed with his resourcefulness as well since there were only a limited number of spells that First Years learned about, let alone put into practice under pressure.
"Thank you," he told the other student weakly, feeling a dull, throbbing ache in his side. Better to have fallen on his side than his head, he supposed. "Sorry...messed up," Jericho apologized.
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