09-10-2012, 11:35 PM
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Acromantula
Join Date: Sep 2011
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Stiffi Scholz Second Year x8
| Post 4 Wibbly Wobbly | Timey Wimey SPOILER!!: Mins Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Minerva looked at the ground, it seemed so far away.. What was wrong with her. She hadn't had any bad falls, well in awhile she hadn't and if she could handle a beater she could handle a class, but then she remembered the pixies from last year. He wouldn't dare bring them back, would he? She felt like flying back to the ground and walking away at the thought of those nasty pixies back in the air with her. No..No he wouldn't do that again she told herself.
Minerva leaned forward, but leaned to much and started going down towards the ground. "OOOOHHHHH SHOOOOOTTTTTT" she yelled as she quickly pulled up on her stick and leveled out before getting to close to the ground. Wow that was way to close, she really needed to get her head into flying. She lifted up a little further and then looked around decided which way to go. Leaning towards her left she decide to fly towards the other side of the pitch.
Once Minerva steadied herself and was about to head to the other side she flinched as someone came close to her and squealed her name. Looking up she smiled. "Hey Taylor, yeah I'll be fine. Just a bit rusty from being int he muggle world all summer. I don't know why I'm so nervous to do this." She looked around even the first years were looking better then she did, what an embarrassment for a fourth year to be. Taylor watched as her friend had some trouble with her broom. "You will do good again, Mins." Tay gave her a sweet smile then did a few more circles around her friend. "Wanna race when you get use to it again?" Tay giggled and did a few quick turns. Taylor had flown a lot over the summer so she wasnt that rusty and her brother had helped her keep from getting rusty at quidditch. She glanced at Minerva but focused on the turns that she was practicing, getting good at doing sharper turns. Tay wanted to make even sharper ones but most of all she wanted to race someone. Her fingers clenched her broom as she flip upside down on purpose to make flying more amusing with only the basics that they were doing. Taylor longed for the professor to move on before she grew bored with things. Tay flipped back up and looked at Minerva. She readjusted her seating and sat there on the broom, waiting to see if her friend would say yes to the race.
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