UPWARD! TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!
Okay...So, being weightless was kinda awesome. Points for you, Professor Flamsteed. Yes. You are WIN.
It was mental praise, of course. How awkward would THAT have been to say at that moment. Very much so, yes...Besides, no need to let his peers think he was going soft. The Slytherin was NOT. Hmph.
Now, all he needed to focus on was getting up high enough to catch a meteor. It seemed rather simple...but he just couldn't seem to get up there. Dylan felt just out of reach of these blasted things...He was flailing a bit, trying to help...but not accomplishing anything. He was spinning to the side...not upward.
SPOILER!!: Professor Flamsteed
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sweetpinkpixie
Airey was trying to keep himself from floating off into the middle of the classroom where he would be stranded due to a lack of forward momentum - these kids remembered Newton's laws from last term, yeah? - he turned his head when he heard Mr. Clark address him. Eye wide, the astronomy pushed off the projector and went shooting across the planetarium and towards the old man that was clinging to his wheelchair. "Mr. Clark, are you alright? It might be easier if you didn't have that with you," he offered with a slight wiggle of his wand. He was weightless now, so he didn't really NEED the wheelchair per say. "I can easily have it stick to the ground for you." And then Mr. Clark could experience the sensation of walking in air.
Speaking of which, he still needed to perform a Gripping Charm on his shoes...
But then there came the cry of a certain Hufflepuff who, in the brief time Airey had interacted with him, seemed to be quite accident prone - which explained why the elderly woman with him at the auction had been to enthusiastic about winning that Liquid Luck for the boy. "Mr. Gunter, are you alri---"
*SMACK*
Mid-sentence, one of the blue meteors came crashing into the man, causing him to spin around and around and around in the air as if he were doing cartwheels. While making him somewhat sick to his stomach, Airey's thoughts were elsewhere.
"My suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuit!" SPOILER!!: Oakey Gunter
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DJ ExpelliarMOOSE
Oakey watched as the Professor attention was taken to his outerwear as he was pelted with shooting stars himself. Seriously if man didn't want his suit ruined why wear it in an activity that could ruin it?
His attention being taken away from the shooting stars was a bad idea, for another one now went flying into his shoulder!
Oakey winced at the pain, but quickly focused his attention to a blue shooting star headed in his way. He extended his arm out and pushed back in the air taking another one to his back, but the blue one hit his glove and Oakey closed down on it quickly.
Sweet! He got one, now just one more and he can't get down yeah? "Uuuugh!" Oakey grunted as he rammed his back into someone behind him. He swiveled around to see that he bumped into the overreacting Astronomy Professor..."Sorreeegh!" Oakey tried to apologize but another shooting star got him in the stomach.
Huh?
Trying to spin around and see what was going on, Dylan spied the Professor and Oakey...The Professor was screeching about his suit. Oh, lord. Of course Oakey would be involved in that. He was a walking....Erm, floating disaster. Well, both. He was just as accident prone on the ground. The Slytherin knew these things...
Hmmph.
Suddenly he was knocking hard into something...What, he didn't know...and it was sending him flying in the opposite direction. GAHHH!
Just........need..........to.........grab one.......and then another...
Oooooh. Maybe he could SWIM up there...Dog paddle? Do some strokes with his arms...Hmmmmm.
Trying to center himself in the air, Dylan took some deep breaths and focused. Being careful in his movements, he started shifting the space around him by paddling his arms. It was working, too! He was slowly moving upwards. YES...Okay, now to conquer catching some meteors...
Which would be first? Blue or yellow?
He was waiting and watching. Where they supposed to be random? He'd seen a few, but...hadn't been close enough...Flailing his arms a bit more, Dylan shifted up...closer. He was definitely ready...
BLUE.........He spied a BLUE one...
They were moving really fast...Bleh. He'd have to be quick. Reaching his glove up, the Slytherin prepared for impact...From what the Professor had mentioned, they were going to have some punch to 'em.
Challenge accepted.
When it made contact with the glove, the force of momentum knocked Dylan off course. He was in one place...and then he was sailing away from the meteors....NOOOOO. The blue one was still grasped in his glove...but he needed ANOTHER one...
NOW WHAT?