Post by Stacia Monroe on Dec 7, 2009 13:52:14 GMT -5
Stacia walked across the grounds on her way to the Quidditch Pitch. She hadn't gotten the chance to fly for a while now, and she figured since it was a warm Saturday afternoon, she might as well take a little trip. So here she was, on her way to the pitch with nothing but her Firebolt in her hand. Her mother insisted on her having the broom of her choice no matter how much it cost, so she chose a Firebolt.
When she finally reached the pitch, she was glad to see there was nobody there. She wasn't on the Quidditch team yet, and she didn't want to screw up in front of any of the normal players. She sighed, looking up at the sky. There were clouds coming from the north, meaning she would only have maybe fifteen minutes of sunshine. Stacia mounted her broom and kicked off of the ground, instantly flying over to one of the goal posts.
She sighed. Stacia knew she would never be keeper. There going to be try-outs sometime soon, but it was going to be tough. She shook her head and decided to do a few laps. Leaning forward on her broom, she accelerated to a speed that she couldn't exactly tell, but she knew it was fast. Stacia dove down and got close to the ground, then shot back up. The wind on her face felt good, as did the wind in her hair. She stopped abruptly, realizing that someone else was walking onto the pitch, but she was too far away to make out who it was.
When she finally reached the pitch, she was glad to see there was nobody there. She wasn't on the Quidditch team yet, and she didn't want to screw up in front of any of the normal players. She sighed, looking up at the sky. There were clouds coming from the north, meaning she would only have maybe fifteen minutes of sunshine. Stacia mounted her broom and kicked off of the ground, instantly flying over to one of the goal posts.
She sighed. Stacia knew she would never be keeper. There going to be try-outs sometime soon, but it was going to be tough. She shook her head and decided to do a few laps. Leaning forward on her broom, she accelerated to a speed that she couldn't exactly tell, but she knew it was fast. Stacia dove down and got close to the ground, then shot back up. The wind on her face felt good, as did the wind in her hair. She stopped abruptly, realizing that someone else was walking onto the pitch, but she was too far away to make out who it was.
