Post by Ivory and Onyx on Apr 20, 2008 14:39:53 GMT -5
In a corner of the more-or-less empty Quidditch pitch, two Ravenclaw girls seemed to be falling off their broomsticks an awful lot. As you draw nearer, you see that it that they are such terrible flyers, the twins are just practicing a few new stunts.
Ivory, blue eyes set with concentration and frustration, picked herself up off the dusty ground. As she bent to brush the dirt off her shorts, she noticed a trickle of blood sliding down from her knee. She rolled her eyes and emitted a squealing grunt of irritation. Sitting down on the ground, she dabbed some ointment on the scrape and covered it with a bandage. With a dirty hand, she pushed out of her face some of the bright blonde hair that was falling out of her pony-tail.
"Onyx, are you sure that's what the book said to do? I've tried it at least ten times, and it's impossible to balance. Are we missing something?"
Onyx, the fiery, darker one of the two, dropped a Quidditch book on the ground beside her and pinned her long black hair up with a large claw-clip. She surveyed the glittering silver broomstick hovering before her, as though surveying the map of a future battleground. She glanced one more time at the open book at her feet and, with one swift motion, put a hand on the middle of the handle and leapt up, landing both feet on the handle. Releasing her hand, she stood up balancing on the broomstick.
"Ok, Ivory, what does it say to do?"
The blonde one picked up the book and, sitting perched on her own broom, read, "Moving forward, shift your weight to the tail of the broom and --Oh, that's where I went wrong! I tried to grab the tip first. Ok. Shift your weight to the tail of the broom and, as the broom begins to tilt, grab the tip of the broomstick with your front hand."
Ivory bit her lip and watched as Onyx, following the instructions, shot upwards in a sort of aerial skateboard toe-grab. Rejoicing in the mastery of a new trick, Onyx moved higher in spirals, finally peaking and leveling out. She let go of the broom tip and stood up, overbalanced and fell. She grabbed futilely at her hovering broomstick before plummeting to the ground below. Ivory watched her fall, only in the last few meters whipping out her wand and softening the impact.
As Onyx lay on the hard dirt, panting, Ivory drifted over on her broom and allowed herself to fall backward, hooking her knees over the handle so she was hanging upside down, facing Onyx.
"Excellent work, I'm very impressed. Landing was a little shaky, though. I give you an eight."
The darker one glared up at her snickering sister.
Ivory, blue eyes set with concentration and frustration, picked herself up off the dusty ground. As she bent to brush the dirt off her shorts, she noticed a trickle of blood sliding down from her knee. She rolled her eyes and emitted a squealing grunt of irritation. Sitting down on the ground, she dabbed some ointment on the scrape and covered it with a bandage. With a dirty hand, she pushed out of her face some of the bright blonde hair that was falling out of her pony-tail.
"Onyx, are you sure that's what the book said to do? I've tried it at least ten times, and it's impossible to balance. Are we missing something?"
Onyx, the fiery, darker one of the two, dropped a Quidditch book on the ground beside her and pinned her long black hair up with a large claw-clip. She surveyed the glittering silver broomstick hovering before her, as though surveying the map of a future battleground. She glanced one more time at the open book at her feet and, with one swift motion, put a hand on the middle of the handle and leapt up, landing both feet on the handle. Releasing her hand, she stood up balancing on the broomstick.
"Ok, Ivory, what does it say to do?"
The blonde one picked up the book and, sitting perched on her own broom, read, "Moving forward, shift your weight to the tail of the broom and --Oh, that's where I went wrong! I tried to grab the tip first. Ok. Shift your weight to the tail of the broom and, as the broom begins to tilt, grab the tip of the broomstick with your front hand."
Ivory bit her lip and watched as Onyx, following the instructions, shot upwards in a sort of aerial skateboard toe-grab. Rejoicing in the mastery of a new trick, Onyx moved higher in spirals, finally peaking and leveling out. She let go of the broom tip and stood up, overbalanced and fell. She grabbed futilely at her hovering broomstick before plummeting to the ground below. Ivory watched her fall, only in the last few meters whipping out her wand and softening the impact.
As Onyx lay on the hard dirt, panting, Ivory drifted over on her broom and allowed herself to fall backward, hooking her knees over the handle so she was hanging upside down, facing Onyx.
"Excellent work, I'm very impressed. Landing was a little shaky, though. I give you an eight."
The darker one glared up at her snickering sister.