Post by Forgoil Halifirien on May 17, 2006 14:29:47 GMT -5
" And send it soaring! Up to the atmosphere, up where the air is clear; oh let's go fly a kite!". And that verse fitted the condition above the Quidditch stadium perfectly; there wasn't any serious winds to worry about, but one had to keep on their toes if they didn't want to be carried off by a sudden gust. But as the words of the song went, it was a superb day to fly a kite and if the figure that was making his way to the center of the playing field had the time later on; he just might do that. However for the time being, Forgoil Halifirien had little time to think about kite flying; especially since he was about to hold the first Hufflepuff practice. Yet he did know just where to purchase the perfect kite and where to fly it...though that was from the roof of the library that he had made his home before he was accepted into Magical Horizons and the wizarding world.
The grey-haired boy wore the uniform that had been issued to the rest of the team, though it was up to the team members to modify it to their liking so long as the team colors were still apparent, and unlike the others he had a silver "C" stitched on his right shoulder; the markings of the team's captain. And since he had been made the Captain, he decided that...well...he needed just a little extra something. Though it had been collecting dust for some time now, Forgoil had acquired a skipper's hat and magically dyed the white part of it black and the brim he turned yellow. Ridiculous as it may have seemed, the Hufflepuff was quite pleased with his handiwork and jauntily wore his hat at an angle. His flying googles dangled loosly about his neck and in his hand was his broom; it wasn't the fastest of brooms, but it was more manuverable than most of those he had come across.
Trailing in his wake, pulling the box that contained the quidditch balls in a small wagon which had a yellow flag with a black "H" emblazoned on it, was the team's mascot; Rawnblade. Possibly the only domesticated badger in all of Spain, Rawnblade had been through thick and thin with his human friend, and it only made sense that he came to the practice. That and the fact that Forgoil didn't mind being a bit superstitous about things, and since Rawnblade a badger; perhaps things would fare better at both practices and games. Once the prefect had reached the center of the field, he took of his hat for just a moment to let the gentle breeze weave through his grey hair and the sensation it caused was just wonderful. After closing his eyes for just a few moments and just savouring that breeze, the boy's green-grey eyes opened once more and Forgoil placed his modified, skipper's cap back on his head with a smile.
Checking the watch on his left wrist for the time, Forgoil wondered for a second that the other Puff's hadn't gotten his brief note which he had placed on the door. They had already voiced what positions they had all wanted to play and since they were the house with the fewest of numbers, they were accepted there and then. 'So you're Captn' Halifirien now; with First mate Lardale at your side. Whether you be flying through rough winds or rainy skies; tis your captainly duty to pull yer mates through. Think you're up to the task, laddie?', thought Forgoil to himself. Pulling his eyes away from his watch and gripping his broom tighter, Forgoil said with his eyes a-glittering, "Set sail for the sunny south; for it be time to begin the plunder."
ooc: This is the official Hufflepuff Practice; twas too boring me to make it blunt, so I added some musical flair to it.
The grey-haired boy wore the uniform that had been issued to the rest of the team, though it was up to the team members to modify it to their liking so long as the team colors were still apparent, and unlike the others he had a silver "C" stitched on his right shoulder; the markings of the team's captain. And since he had been made the Captain, he decided that...well...he needed just a little extra something. Though it had been collecting dust for some time now, Forgoil had acquired a skipper's hat and magically dyed the white part of it black and the brim he turned yellow. Ridiculous as it may have seemed, the Hufflepuff was quite pleased with his handiwork and jauntily wore his hat at an angle. His flying googles dangled loosly about his neck and in his hand was his broom; it wasn't the fastest of brooms, but it was more manuverable than most of those he had come across.
Trailing in his wake, pulling the box that contained the quidditch balls in a small wagon which had a yellow flag with a black "H" emblazoned on it, was the team's mascot; Rawnblade. Possibly the only domesticated badger in all of Spain, Rawnblade had been through thick and thin with his human friend, and it only made sense that he came to the practice. That and the fact that Forgoil didn't mind being a bit superstitous about things, and since Rawnblade a badger; perhaps things would fare better at both practices and games. Once the prefect had reached the center of the field, he took of his hat for just a moment to let the gentle breeze weave through his grey hair and the sensation it caused was just wonderful. After closing his eyes for just a few moments and just savouring that breeze, the boy's green-grey eyes opened once more and Forgoil placed his modified, skipper's cap back on his head with a smile.
Checking the watch on his left wrist for the time, Forgoil wondered for a second that the other Puff's hadn't gotten his brief note which he had placed on the door. They had already voiced what positions they had all wanted to play and since they were the house with the fewest of numbers, they were accepted there and then. 'So you're Captn' Halifirien now; with First mate Lardale at your side. Whether you be flying through rough winds or rainy skies; tis your captainly duty to pull yer mates through. Think you're up to the task, laddie?', thought Forgoil to himself. Pulling his eyes away from his watch and gripping his broom tighter, Forgoil said with his eyes a-glittering, "Set sail for the sunny south; for it be time to begin the plunder."
ooc: This is the official Hufflepuff Practice; twas too boring me to make it blunt, so I added some musical flair to it.