 Post #6 Rocks: 8 be curious, not judgmental
Max was AMAZED. How... in the world did everyone keep running into each other? Were they not looking at ALL? And how were some of them flying so fast? They... must have had nerves of steel. Surely they got pummeled with rocks every time they picked up speed and flew through the rainstorm of rocks. He kind of admired their ambition, but... he was just going to keep playing it safe by his established rules.
Rule number one: Take it nice and slow. Rule number two: let the rocks come to you. Rule number three: be mindful of your surroundings so unskilled flyers don't come barreling into you.
It had worked so far, so why would he try to catch the rocks faster but potentially collide with someone and lose them ALL?
That seemed a lot worse than taking his time to catch the twenty-four rocks.
Max gently leaned forward on his broomstick, moving slowly with his eyes on the sky near him. No, not that rock, he couldn't get to it in time on the school broom... not that one either, as it required too sharp of a turn-around for him to make it there in time... AHA! That one! He shot straight forward, had enough time to peek up at the sky, look around for unskilled flyers, and line his cauldron up correctly... CLUNK! Rock number eight!
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