 Post 1 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Flying, right.
Joćo eyed his broom. He wasn't scared, not at all. On the contrary, he felt reckless and wanted to speed as much as this old school broom would let him. No, his hesitation was why Louisa wasn't at this class. But, as soon as he realised he had paused to think that; he shook it off and threw his foot over the broom, as comfortable as someone accustomed with a broom. Then, kicking the floor lightly enough for a neat taking off, he raised his broom up in the air to get higher. The wind felt quite resfreshing and he even smiled to himself as he gazed over the school ground, still getting higher in the air slowly. There was no rush for now, and he wanted to enjoy the wind. |