Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 24, 2008 14:50:54 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Felix needed more excitement in his life, he simply enjoyed it and loved as much as he could get, at the moment that entitled rolling down a hill at top speeds and smashing into the Greenhouse while listening to Mozart.
At the top of the hill, Felix was about to embark on his mission to still be alive at the bottom, but something was missing. He had realized that of all the hills around the University, he had never rolled down one of them with pure joy of just the fun of it.
It was something you did on a summer day with the grass wet and nothing to do except use gravity and a mound of dirt covered with short Gramineae, (know to everyone else as just grass) to amuse yourself. When you looked at it that way you just had to try it for yourself or maybe all thought of doing it vanished from your head to avoid looking silly, but this was something that everyone in their lifetime had tried once before and Felix just had to do it again. No reason, except the fact that there wasn’t a purpose.
Lying down, before Felix could get himself going he realized that he just needed something a little different to spark his journey and create it a extremely memorable experience. It just so happened that a single tune had been stuck in his head for the entire day, he had seen it played lived in his dream and all throughout breakfast, the morning, and lunch nothing but this tune ran through his normally full head. Music. That’s what this needed.
Now, how could someone like him project an entire orchestra and still make it sound like the real thing, his homemade radio with his wand wouldn’t work but perhaps the thought still wouldn’t be lost. It was a well know fact to all singers that no one could sing two notes at one time except in the myths about the Mongolian riders. And here Felix was trying to mimic a whole symphony with brass, percussion, string and wind.
Spending a minute lying in the grass, after much contemplation and playing around with Latin, Felix got it. Pointing his wand to his head, he opened his mouth wide and proclaimed: “Spatiosus Extraho Carmen!” ‘Amplify extracted song’. Nothing happened. Still nothing happened. Feeling silly, Felix remembered that he had to open his mouth and start thinking of the song.
It. Was. Loud! The song, blared out of his mouth by use of his vocal cords and the song boomed around the whole half of the school. Placing his wand by his side, Felix grinned with his mouth still open as started to roll.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster!
FASTER!!!
The speed of acceleration that the rolling Gryffindor exceeded while the trumpets created such interesting effect that Felix was very much tempted to try and laugh while his vocal cords were being in use for an amplifier. This was most definitely an expereice he would never forget.
The hill was a blur. The sky a blur. His brain was blur. All was a burry except the symphony that resounded down the hill and around and underer and up and around and under. Felix had not a single bit of control as he went. The got farther and farther towards the end, Felix tried to keep up with concentration so that it could have something to amplify.
Just as Felix’s adrenalin was about to explode and Felix didn’t have a single barring in the world. The climax of the song was just approaching. A large blob of mud was smeared on Felix’s face and clothes. It was a feeling like no other. It was a marvelous sight that Felix had no intention on letting stop. He wished the hill went forever. He wished the song and the trombone would never stop. He wish—
“CRASH”
Then the fateful thing happened. The music had stopped abruptly because Felix Genero happened to gain too much speed and very much change coarse of roll initially intended. It just so happened that the Greenhouse happened to be in Felix’s line of roll. Now, it normally would have stopped him, but because Felix was near half soaked with mud he was extremely slippery when he came across a rock about the size of a small dog about four feet away from the edge of the glass house it acted like a ramp and shot Felix off it and into the middle of the greenhouse.
Now at least the thing he landed on, fortunately, was a spring lily, meaning a four foot plant that grew in a spring shape that was perfect for breaking Felix’s fall, but still the damage was done. His side hurt from where it came in contact with the rock and the window and all his clothes were drenched in mud.
“Episkey.” His side grew very cold but the pain vanished. “Reparo.” The glass window shot back into place. It was a miracle that no glass punctured his side. Thankfully it had a muggle version of safety shatter glass. “Scourgify.” The mud fell off his robes like it was a negative magnet and formed a pool on the floor.
In just three spells Felix had fixed everything, except perhaps the sound wave of the stopped symphony and the resounding breaking glass. Perhaps it would be forgotten? Here he was a Prefect ruining everything.
DERP!
At the top of the hill, Felix was about to embark on his mission to still be alive at the bottom, but something was missing. He had realized that of all the hills around the University, he had never rolled down one of them with pure joy of just the fun of it.
It was something you did on a summer day with the grass wet and nothing to do except use gravity and a mound of dirt covered with short Gramineae, (know to everyone else as just grass) to amuse yourself. When you looked at it that way you just had to try it for yourself or maybe all thought of doing it vanished from your head to avoid looking silly, but this was something that everyone in their lifetime had tried once before and Felix just had to do it again. No reason, except the fact that there wasn’t a purpose.
Lying down, before Felix could get himself going he realized that he just needed something a little different to spark his journey and create it a extremely memorable experience. It just so happened that a single tune had been stuck in his head for the entire day, he had seen it played lived in his dream and all throughout breakfast, the morning, and lunch nothing but this tune ran through his normally full head. Music. That’s what this needed.
Now, how could someone like him project an entire orchestra and still make it sound like the real thing, his homemade radio with his wand wouldn’t work but perhaps the thought still wouldn’t be lost. It was a well know fact to all singers that no one could sing two notes at one time except in the myths about the Mongolian riders. And here Felix was trying to mimic a whole symphony with brass, percussion, string and wind.
Spending a minute lying in the grass, after much contemplation and playing around with Latin, Felix got it. Pointing his wand to his head, he opened his mouth wide and proclaimed: “Spatiosus Extraho Carmen!” ‘Amplify extracted song’. Nothing happened. Still nothing happened. Feeling silly, Felix remembered that he had to open his mouth and start thinking of the song.
It. Was. Loud! The song, blared out of his mouth by use of his vocal cords and the song boomed around the whole half of the school. Placing his wand by his side, Felix grinned with his mouth still open as started to roll.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster!
FASTER!!!
The speed of acceleration that the rolling Gryffindor exceeded while the trumpets created such interesting effect that Felix was very much tempted to try and laugh while his vocal cords were being in use for an amplifier. This was most definitely an expereice he would never forget.
The hill was a blur. The sky a blur. His brain was blur. All was a burry except the symphony that resounded down the hill and around and underer and up and around and under. Felix had not a single bit of control as he went. The got farther and farther towards the end, Felix tried to keep up with concentration so that it could have something to amplify.
Just as Felix’s adrenalin was about to explode and Felix didn’t have a single barring in the world. The climax of the song was just approaching. A large blob of mud was smeared on Felix’s face and clothes. It was a feeling like no other. It was a marvelous sight that Felix had no intention on letting stop. He wished the hill went forever. He wished the song and the trombone would never stop. He wish—
“CRASH”
Then the fateful thing happened. The music had stopped abruptly because Felix Genero happened to gain too much speed and very much change coarse of roll initially intended. It just so happened that the Greenhouse happened to be in Felix’s line of roll. Now, it normally would have stopped him, but because Felix was near half soaked with mud he was extremely slippery when he came across a rock about the size of a small dog about four feet away from the edge of the glass house it acted like a ramp and shot Felix off it and into the middle of the greenhouse.
Now at least the thing he landed on, fortunately, was a spring lily, meaning a four foot plant that grew in a spring shape that was perfect for breaking Felix’s fall, but still the damage was done. His side hurt from where it came in contact with the rock and the window and all his clothes were drenched in mud.
“Episkey.” His side grew very cold but the pain vanished. “Reparo.” The glass window shot back into place. It was a miracle that no glass punctured his side. Thankfully it had a muggle version of safety shatter glass. “Scourgify.” The mud fell off his robes like it was a negative magnet and formed a pool on the floor.
In just three spells Felix had fixed everything, except perhaps the sound wave of the stopped symphony and the resounding breaking glass. Perhaps it would be forgotten? Here he was a Prefect ruining everything.
DERP!