Post by Willow Treasure on Mar 26, 2008 14:00:20 GMT -5
OOC. This thread is open and anybody can reply.
IC.
Willow had awoken early that morning to greet her cat, Boots, with a saucer of milk. She'd groomed him before heading out to the store cupboard. She walked along the dark and long corriders of Firefox until she reached the cupboard.
She walked in to grab a few things which she had forgotten to retrive the night before. She put them in her bag and then noticed the broom. Its long brown wooden glimmer attracted her eyes. She hadn't seen her broomstick in a while. She turned to make sure nobody was looking before grabbing the Firebolt.
When the Ravenclaw reached the pitch the sun was just kissing the Spanish horizon. The trees just started to blossom and the wildlife just started to awake. The whole area was coming alive in front of her very eyes.
Willow dumped her bag at the side and put a safeguard jinx around it to make sure nobody could touch it. She walked to the very centre of the pitch wishing she had brought a Quaffle. She mounted her broom and pushed off.
She glided around the pitch showing off twirls and spins. Stopping suddenly in boredom Willow flicked her wand and summoned the Quaffle. Now the fun could begin...
The girl flew, pretending she was in a match, towards the three goal posts. She did a loop-the-loop and then threw the ball through the far left stand catching it as it came through the other side. Then she started to wonder whether she'd ever be able to get on to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
Doubt It.
IC.
Willow had awoken early that morning to greet her cat, Boots, with a saucer of milk. She'd groomed him before heading out to the store cupboard. She walked along the dark and long corriders of Firefox until she reached the cupboard.
She walked in to grab a few things which she had forgotten to retrive the night before. She put them in her bag and then noticed the broom. Its long brown wooden glimmer attracted her eyes. She hadn't seen her broomstick in a while. She turned to make sure nobody was looking before grabbing the Firebolt.
When the Ravenclaw reached the pitch the sun was just kissing the Spanish horizon. The trees just started to blossom and the wildlife just started to awake. The whole area was coming alive in front of her very eyes.
Willow dumped her bag at the side and put a safeguard jinx around it to make sure nobody could touch it. She walked to the very centre of the pitch wishing she had brought a Quaffle. She mounted her broom and pushed off.
She glided around the pitch showing off twirls and spins. Stopping suddenly in boredom Willow flicked her wand and summoned the Quaffle. Now the fun could begin...
The girl flew, pretending she was in a match, towards the three goal posts. She did a loop-the-loop and then threw the ball through the far left stand catching it as it came through the other side. Then she started to wonder whether she'd ever be able to get on to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
Doubt It.