Post by agriss on Dec 16, 2010 23:02:55 GMT -5
Screeching through a sea of black nimbus clouds came a vermillion shooting star, careening with an unflinching velocity to the palace of Firefox below. The Spanish countryside was wrought gray with a stormy, hardened forecast of a fierce fall downpour, challenged only by the audacity of the youth whom piloted the patent-pending Whizzer broom, his lips lined thin in mind-numbing concentration as he struggled against the centrifugal forces that threatened to drag him to the ground with unforgiving force.
Wow, that opening thought was metal.
A window appeared in view, growing ever larger in his vision, skewed by the face mask of his football helmet as he aimed his value-dump wand to the window that charged at him. With his free hand, he thumbed through his book of reference spells. He struggled to not let his increasing speed break his leg-grip on the broom as he aimed his obstinate wand to the window in his way. Alohamama!
......
Not working. PANIC!
ARVIS! DENSAUSAGE! EXPELIASO-AND-SO! NOX AND OPAL-
With a resounding and shattering crash, his botched incantations ceased as he took his 5th nasty tumble that day. Good thing he had that 5-inch layer of glass to break his fall and....oh! The HELMET! He immediately sprang triumphantly to his feet, his ego totally STOKED that this stupid window couldn't derail his path of awesome night-flight of justice for the home game. The Quiddich superstar had arrived, with his mondo-cool 1.2 grade point average and his grade-A ambitions to bring Gryffindor to the top of the school this year. Taking his helmet off, a somewhat quizzical expression lit his boyish features, his bronze eyes furrowed by his unkempt brown bangs. He whipped his head in both directions several times.
"Did I leave my stuff at home?"
Good thing he was at least in the right place. Probably.
Wow, that opening thought was metal.
A window appeared in view, growing ever larger in his vision, skewed by the face mask of his football helmet as he aimed his value-dump wand to the window that charged at him. With his free hand, he thumbed through his book of reference spells. He struggled to not let his increasing speed break his leg-grip on the broom as he aimed his obstinate wand to the window in his way. Alohamama!
......
Not working. PANIC!
ARVIS! DENSAUSAGE! EXPELIASO-AND-SO! NOX AND OPAL-
With a resounding and shattering crash, his botched incantations ceased as he took his 5th nasty tumble that day. Good thing he had that 5-inch layer of glass to break his fall and....oh! The HELMET! He immediately sprang triumphantly to his feet, his ego totally STOKED that this stupid window couldn't derail his path of awesome night-flight of justice for the home game. The Quiddich superstar had arrived, with his mondo-cool 1.2 grade point average and his grade-A ambitions to bring Gryffindor to the top of the school this year. Taking his helmet off, a somewhat quizzical expression lit his boyish features, his bronze eyes furrowed by his unkempt brown bangs. He whipped his head in both directions several times.
"Did I leave my stuff at home?"
Good thing he was at least in the right place. Probably.