Post by Professor Roeswood on Jul 2, 2006 23:11:24 GMT -5
It'd been a little while since Marina had stepped foot onto the quidditch field. Although she knew she had a natural knack for the sport, her expression held a twinge of trepidation. What if she was so rusty that there was no chance she'd be ready for the next game?
"It's nothing a little practice won't work out..." she assured herself, readjusting her grip on her broom as she ambled along the border of the stadium, squinting up through the sunlight and at the hoops that seemed to be miles above the sandy bottom. Nina chewed on her bottom lip briefly, wondering how much she could really achieve by practicing, aside from honing her aim, without someone there to attempt to impede the progress of the ball. Finally, with a shrug, she decided that it was something she couldn't change, and swung one leg over the handle of her broom.
She pushed off the ground and slowly ascended into the air, deciding to take a couple practice laps around the stadium to get a feel for flying again. She breathed out a relaxed sigh as she felt the wind whip through her hair, cooling off the heat that had been radiated into it by the sun. Almost immediately, she threw aside the thought that this practice could be pointless, remembering her new policy on life.
Things didn't have to be strictly logical, nor did every action have to have some point or goal. Whether or not she achieved anything by practicing, it was still a lot more fun than studying, and that was all that mattered. Letting out a whoop of joy, she melted away into the sensation of flying, and lost herself in her attempts to make the quickest lap around the stadium she possibly could.
"It's nothing a little practice won't work out..." she assured herself, readjusting her grip on her broom as she ambled along the border of the stadium, squinting up through the sunlight and at the hoops that seemed to be miles above the sandy bottom. Nina chewed on her bottom lip briefly, wondering how much she could really achieve by practicing, aside from honing her aim, without someone there to attempt to impede the progress of the ball. Finally, with a shrug, she decided that it was something she couldn't change, and swung one leg over the handle of her broom.
She pushed off the ground and slowly ascended into the air, deciding to take a couple practice laps around the stadium to get a feel for flying again. She breathed out a relaxed sigh as she felt the wind whip through her hair, cooling off the heat that had been radiated into it by the sun. Almost immediately, she threw aside the thought that this practice could be pointless, remembering her new policy on life.
Things didn't have to be strictly logical, nor did every action have to have some point or goal. Whether or not she achieved anything by practicing, it was still a lot more fun than studying, and that was all that mattered. Letting out a whoop of joy, she melted away into the sensation of flying, and lost herself in her attempts to make the quickest lap around the stadium she possibly could.