Post by Sylph on May 5, 2006 9:25:18 GMT -5
OOC: Grrr... I hate the music, it makes my computer crash... *grabs Talon by the scruff of his neck* Kill it!!!
Anyway. Yes, I've started again, because it seems that you are all useless at PM-ing... at least, I hope it's that, and not the fact that you don't want to play *lips trembles*. Just post here and take it from there. And yes, I was lazy and kinda recycled an old post. Sorry, but I can do that. You can't. I want good, lengthy posts, prove to me that you are worthy. Oh, and state your preferred positions![/u]
IC:
Sylph strode over the lush green grass of the pitch towards where she hoped a bunch of people from Gryffindor house - her charges - would soon be gathering, a jaunty swagger to her long stride and a casual grin on her face, her silver javelin broom slung over one shoulder and a box containing the various quidditch balls under the other arm. Here she was, Gryffindor prefect and newly assigned captain of the house quidditch team. Sylph was fiercely competitive; she just hoped that there were enough quality players in her care to make up a full team. She herself was a natural in the air, but then she already had an affinity with the element of wind, right?
Reaching the meeting place, and dumping the ball box down on the soft turf, she turned and stared at the sky. It was a great blue dome today, not a cloud to be seen; perfect for a spot of flying. Without thinking, she swung her broomstick from one shoulder to the other with lazy grace and control, before dropping it so that it hovered at the perfect height for her to mount. Kicking off she soared up in the air as fast as a falcon, enjoying the wind battering her features and whipping her long violet hair around her shoulders. She almost wished that she could have afforded that Nimbus, or even the Firebolt for that matter, but Sylph's family were not wealthy. Still, it was talent that mattered, not the broom you rode, and Sylph had plenty of that. She just hoped the others that showed up here did too. Gods knew she needed it.
In fact, as if to prove to herself that she deserved to be here, though it was unlikely that anybody would yet be watching, Sylph grasped the handle of her broom firmly and shot off in the direction of the goalposts, looping artfully around each of them twice at the speed of light - well, almost - before heading back to the ground. She landed easily, her booted feet plunging into the firm turf with a resounding thud, leaving the odd divot as she skidded along, slowly coming to a halt. She loved flying, and she loved her racing broom. Patting it gently, she dismounted and swung it back over her shoulder with a great whirl of her arm, brushing down her red and gold flying robes.
There was, as yet, nobody here. That was not good. In fact, it was downright bad. Checking her watch the prefect noted that things were already running six minutes late; didn't people care, for heaven's sake? Didn't they know that quidditch was important? Sylph was good, but not so skilled that she could take on an entire team by herself, and she badly needed a good seeker. Last time it had been the major flaw in the Gryff team, and she didn't want to see it happen again. Not if she was in charge.
Kicking the ground she sucked on her teeth for a moment, a dark and heavy frown marring her fair features. If someone didn't show up soon...bg
Anyway. Yes, I've started again, because it seems that you are all useless at PM-ing... at least, I hope it's that, and not the fact that you don't want to play *lips trembles*. Just post here and take it from there. And yes, I was lazy and kinda recycled an old post. Sorry, but I can do that. You can't. I want good, lengthy posts, prove to me that you are worthy. Oh, and state your preferred positions![/u]
IC:
Sylph strode over the lush green grass of the pitch towards where she hoped a bunch of people from Gryffindor house - her charges - would soon be gathering, a jaunty swagger to her long stride and a casual grin on her face, her silver javelin broom slung over one shoulder and a box containing the various quidditch balls under the other arm. Here she was, Gryffindor prefect and newly assigned captain of the house quidditch team. Sylph was fiercely competitive; she just hoped that there were enough quality players in her care to make up a full team. She herself was a natural in the air, but then she already had an affinity with the element of wind, right?
Reaching the meeting place, and dumping the ball box down on the soft turf, she turned and stared at the sky. It was a great blue dome today, not a cloud to be seen; perfect for a spot of flying. Without thinking, she swung her broomstick from one shoulder to the other with lazy grace and control, before dropping it so that it hovered at the perfect height for her to mount. Kicking off she soared up in the air as fast as a falcon, enjoying the wind battering her features and whipping her long violet hair around her shoulders. She almost wished that she could have afforded that Nimbus, or even the Firebolt for that matter, but Sylph's family were not wealthy. Still, it was talent that mattered, not the broom you rode, and Sylph had plenty of that. She just hoped the others that showed up here did too. Gods knew she needed it.
In fact, as if to prove to herself that she deserved to be here, though it was unlikely that anybody would yet be watching, Sylph grasped the handle of her broom firmly and shot off in the direction of the goalposts, looping artfully around each of them twice at the speed of light - well, almost - before heading back to the ground. She landed easily, her booted feet plunging into the firm turf with a resounding thud, leaving the odd divot as she skidded along, slowly coming to a halt. She loved flying, and she loved her racing broom. Patting it gently, she dismounted and swung it back over her shoulder with a great whirl of her arm, brushing down her red and gold flying robes.
There was, as yet, nobody here. That was not good. In fact, it was downright bad. Checking her watch the prefect noted that things were already running six minutes late; didn't people care, for heaven's sake? Didn't they know that quidditch was important? Sylph was good, but not so skilled that she could take on an entire team by herself, and she badly needed a good seeker. Last time it had been the major flaw in the Gryff team, and she didn't want to see it happen again. Not if she was in charge.
Kicking the ground she sucked on her teeth for a moment, a dark and heavy frown marring her fair features. If someone didn't show up soon...bg