Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 27, 2009 23:19:33 GMT -5
Conor Driscol hated Quidditch. He hated brooms and flying and anything of the sort.
He also hated heights.
And physical exertion.
And the chance of death.
Pretty much, he hated Quidditch.
This fine morning, though, Conor found himself on the Quidditch pitch with the the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The morning mist was still hanging over the grounds, and Conor was still pretty tired.
But he was excited!
Today, Conor didn't bring a broom or a bat or any type of Quidditch gear. Today, Conor came out wearing his school robes with the yellow and black details and a small linen bag in one hand, his wand in the other.
With a slightly more moist than he had wanted plop, the student sat down on the grass in the very center of the stadium and dumped the contents of the bag in front of him. It looked like... yes, yes it was... a pile of toys. With another shake, the bag surrendered a large book titled Advanced Transfiguration and its Applications: N.E.W.T Level.
Moving the toys away from him, Conor opened the book to a page marked with a bookmark. The bookmark curled up into a ribbon and zipped back into his bag.
After a moment of reading, the Hufflepuff aimed his wand at the toys, mostly a collection of knights and super-heroes and one dinosaur, and began his magic.
"Piertotum Locomotor."
The toys, 12 in total, hopped up onto their feet and began to look around them, as thoroughly confused as a group of mismatched discarded muggle toys brought to life could look.
"Engorgio."
The toys grew to the size of a normal, average human being. One of the knights exploded, as to be expected from any charm cast by Conor. He was rubbish.
The now man-size toys were just as confused, but now they were larger.
"Umm... Uh... Play?"
They did nothing. The dinosaur, a T-rex, danced a little.
"Oh... Hold on."
Conor stood up and ran over to a cupboard that was built into one of the walls. He pulled out a broom and tossed it out onto the grass. After closing the cabinet, he flicked his wand at it and sent a bolt of yellow light at it. The broom became plural, multiplying into several brooms. There were 11 in total.
"Okay! Play!"
The toys again did nothing.
"Oh, uh... Guess I have to be specific?"
The dinosaur shimmied.
"Play Quidditch!"
A brawl erupted. The toys all, at once, rushed the pile of brooms and started to push and shove, trying to get one as fast as possible. As they were all taking off into the air, Conor realized he forgot something. Opening the cupboard again, he pulled out a chest and kicked it open. Two bludgers struggled for release and the snitch beat its wings with all the power of hope.
Conor instead called out to one of his toys and directed it to handle these things. He understood enough about Quidditch to let his animations take over on their own, though, so he moved out to the stands as his toys played the game.
Of course, the T-Rex was the ref.
He also hated heights.
And physical exertion.
And the chance of death.
Pretty much, he hated Quidditch.
This fine morning, though, Conor found himself on the Quidditch pitch with the the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The morning mist was still hanging over the grounds, and Conor was still pretty tired.
But he was excited!
Today, Conor didn't bring a broom or a bat or any type of Quidditch gear. Today, Conor came out wearing his school robes with the yellow and black details and a small linen bag in one hand, his wand in the other.
With a slightly more moist than he had wanted plop, the student sat down on the grass in the very center of the stadium and dumped the contents of the bag in front of him. It looked like... yes, yes it was... a pile of toys. With another shake, the bag surrendered a large book titled Advanced Transfiguration and its Applications: N.E.W.T Level.
Moving the toys away from him, Conor opened the book to a page marked with a bookmark. The bookmark curled up into a ribbon and zipped back into his bag.
After a moment of reading, the Hufflepuff aimed his wand at the toys, mostly a collection of knights and super-heroes and one dinosaur, and began his magic.
"Piertotum Locomotor."
The toys, 12 in total, hopped up onto their feet and began to look around them, as thoroughly confused as a group of mismatched discarded muggle toys brought to life could look.
"Engorgio."
The toys grew to the size of a normal, average human being. One of the knights exploded, as to be expected from any charm cast by Conor. He was rubbish.
The now man-size toys were just as confused, but now they were larger.
"Umm... Uh... Play?"
They did nothing. The dinosaur, a T-rex, danced a little.
"Oh... Hold on."
Conor stood up and ran over to a cupboard that was built into one of the walls. He pulled out a broom and tossed it out onto the grass. After closing the cabinet, he flicked his wand at it and sent a bolt of yellow light at it. The broom became plural, multiplying into several brooms. There were 11 in total.
"Okay! Play!"
The toys again did nothing.
"Oh, uh... Guess I have to be specific?"
The dinosaur shimmied.
"Play Quidditch!"
A brawl erupted. The toys all, at once, rushed the pile of brooms and started to push and shove, trying to get one as fast as possible. As they were all taking off into the air, Conor realized he forgot something. Opening the cupboard again, he pulled out a chest and kicked it open. Two bludgers struggled for release and the snitch beat its wings with all the power of hope.
Conor instead called out to one of his toys and directed it to handle these things. He understood enough about Quidditch to let his animations take over on their own, though, so he moved out to the stands as his toys played the game.
Of course, the T-Rex was the ref.