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Magical Soul · 09-11-2016, 09:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

Even though he was capable of flying around whenever he wanted thanks to his Animagus form, Frankie still found joy in flying on a broom. While in the form of a crow, he had to do all of the tiresome work -- the wing-flapping, fighting against the occasional wind, and so long. On a broom, flight was effortless. All he needed to do was lean one way and he was good to go.

Today the Head Boy was in the mood to do a few laps around the pitch, maybe even toss a Quaffle or smack some Bludgers around if anyone else was there. Already soaring through the air after grabbing his broom from the shed, he made his way up over the stands and onto the pitch. Lo and behold, there was a young Geneva Tate over on the other side mounting her broom.

"Hellooooooooo, Genny!" the blond called down to her, now flying above her. "Wonderful day for flying."

.. huh? Genny looked around her. No one. She definitely heard her name! She looked behind quickly before someone even thought of scaring her. Still, no one. HUH? When the voice spoke again, she looked up and spotted someone on their broom. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she realized who he was. "Yeah!"

Without waiting any longer, she gave the ground a small kick and let the broom take her up high. For someone her age, she flew it quite well. Her Quidditch training in summer definitely paid off as she shot upwards toward the Head Boy, instinctively wanting to catch up to the older boy who was basically on top of the popularity ladder in school. Not that she cared about popularity (she was sure she wasn't, what with her anger episodes and whatnot) but she sure liked to prove she was Quidditch-worthy!

... how high exactly was Frankie up? It didn't look that high from where she saw him down there.

09-11-2016, 09:28 PM	#7 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Even though he was capable of flying around whenever he wanted thanks to his Animagus form, Frankie still found joy in flying on a broom. While in the form of a crow, he had to do all of the tiresome work -- the wing-flapping, fighting against the occasional wind, and so long. On a broom, flight was effortless. All he needed to do was lean one way and he was good to go. Today the Head Boy was in the mood to do a few laps around the pitch, maybe even toss a Quaffle or smack some Bludgers around if anyone else was there. Already soaring through the air after grabbing his broom from the shed, he made his way up over the stands and onto the pitch. Lo and behold, there was a young Geneva Tate over on the other side mounting her broom. "Hellooooooooo, Genny!" the blond called down to her, now flying above her. "Wonderful day for flying." .. huh? Genny looked around her. No one. She definitely heard her name! She looked behind quickly before someone even thought of scaring her. Still, no one. HUH? When the voice spoke again, she looked up and spotted someone on their broom. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she realized who he was. "Yeah!" Without waiting any longer, she gave the ground a small kick and let the broom take her up high. For someone her age, she flew it quite well. Her Quidditch training in summer definitely paid off as she shot upwards toward the Head Boy, instinctively wanting to catch up to the older boy who was basically on top of the popularity ladder in school. Not that she cared about popularity (she was sure she wasn't, what with her anger episodes and whatnot) but she sure liked to prove she was Quidditch-worthy! ... how high exactly was Frankie up? It didn't look that high from where she saw him down there.