 Post #11 Rocks: 18 be curious, not judgmental
Subconsciously securing his cauldron once more, Max steered himself toward the stands, wanting to be near the outside of the pitch to get a better view of the playing field. As he did so, he saw a rock falling just ahead of him along his flight path, so he picked up his pace and tilted his head so the stone fell nicely into his cauldron.
So that kid before WAS on to something...
Maybe it worked just as well to keep moving than to stay in the same place and wait for the rocks to fall nearby.
As he neared the edge of the stands, Max slowed down, turned, and faced the middle of the pitch. He watched the others for a few long seconds, taking in their various strategies, then began to glide slowly through the air once more. He was growing quite bored of the sport and wondered why twenty-four was their goal. Wasn't it kind of a... random number?
Max turned his gaze over to the man in the stands, once again noting that he seemed to be finding a lot of joy in torturing his students - especially the young ones who kept managing to lose all their rocks. As he watched them, the seventh year spied a larger rock falling from the sky about ten feet from him. Picking up speed quickly, he positioned his cauldron underneath and braced himself for impact. CLUNK! "Ow..."
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