 Post #8 Rocks: 12 be curious, not judgmental
Content with his progress so far, Max continued to glide slowly through the air, aware of the people around him at all times. His gaze alternated every few seconds between the sky and his surroundings, planning every move carefully. So what if others were catching rocks faster than him? He was not getting slammed into by others, losing his rocks, or being smacked by falling rocks every few seconds. Slow and steady won the race, right?
As he tilted his head upward, he spied a falling rock whose trajectory put it a few feet away from where he was - until he very neatly turned and caught it in the center of his cauldron. "Eleven," he tallied under his breath, shooting a glance down at Emmaleigh near the ground to make sure she was still okay. "Almost halfway there.," he murmured, turning his eyes back up to the sky, eager to reach that halfway point.
Max gripped the handle on the school broomstick tightly, leaned forward slightly, and began his gentle glide once more, giving a swift glance to his surroundings before planning which of the falling rocks to go for next. He much preferred it when they just came to him - that way, he didn't have to steer around wild flyers, and he wouldn't fly face-first into falling rocks. Waiting for a rock that came a bit too close to him, he smirked as one started from high above him, just to his right. He took a moment to peer at those around him, checking that none of them were going to try to go for the same rock, then he promptly positioned his cauldron underneath and made the catch.
Halfway there.
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