 Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker
Ugh, flying. This would not end well. There were no nerves of steel for this Hufflepuff. Not even nerves of balsa wood or Styrofoam. All the way down to the pitch, Emmaleigh kept straining to look a head and behind trying to see if a certain Ravenclaw was around. She needed him.
As she walked onto the pitch Emmaleigh both grimaced ad blushed at the memory of her last visit here. She had walked away with about a hundred cuts and burses, and with out her towel because it had been wrapped around Max’s waist. It felt different out here too. Something was off, she could feel it. She had been out here several times during the term. Though maybe it was just bad fwoopper memories making her feel that way. Seeing the town ‘claw, Em forced her self not to sound too nervous. “Hey Vickers, Milton.” Turning to the older boy, the girl asked, “Have you seen Max?” She glanced to the brooms, but didn’t walk over to them. She wanted Max to pick out a good one, though none of them would feel as safe as Max’s broom.
__________________ So many things are possible
just as long as you don't know they're impossible
|