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Crayola · 05-12-2017, 07:24 PM

Good choice. Daisy had to stop herself from visibly preening at the Professor's words about her broomstick, but she still nodded in agreement and looked down at her broomstick. It was a good choice, Dad had helped her choose. It was fast but reliable, with incredible balance. Very, very useful if you mainly used it when you were flying around at insane speeds, throwing a Quaffle around and avoiding other people.

And the stands. And the bludgers. Those two seemed to be her issues, to be honest.

Nevertheless, Professor Baldvinsson would definitely be getting a visit from her because he seemed to not be aware that the Quidditch Cup was, unfortunately, not a thing at Hogwarts anymore. Maybe -- she tried not to get her hopes too high, but it was kind of impossible -- he would be the one to bring it back.

Honestly. Daisy would cry tears of joy, which was saying a lot because she didn't even remember the last time she had cri -- wait, no, she did. Uhm.

Moving on.

As soon as she heard the instructions, she kicked one leg over her broomstick and got ready to fly away, but clearly, age was getting to her and making her slow. As soon as Skylar flew off, Daisy turned to the boys and shook her head, amused. Aaah, young blood. Or younger blood, whatever. She couldn't deny that she felt some sort of friendship duty to stick around and wait for Levi, but at the same time, there had been a horn. People were flying off. Daisy was shuffling on the spot, visibly excited. Eeeeh. She'd pull the best friend card later. "Meet you guys back here, okay?" And with that she tightly grasped the wooden handle of the broomstick with both, kicked the ground hard and flew off into the air.

She zoomed past Derf trying to enlist Abey and Théo into a version of the Hawkshead Attack Formation and spared the boy a quick smile before flying off, towards the first hoop. She focused on its movements, happy that her Quidditch training helped her with that. After all, she had to figure out where Henry and Zinnia would be before she threw the Quaffle at him, or the movement of the opposing team's Keeper before she attempted to send the red ball through the hoop. So it was with relative ease that she went through the first one and continued towards the second one, zigzagging her way around the other students. Second one? Easy peasy.

But then something played on her mind and she looked back towards the ground as she approached the third hoop, and her concentration was, however momentarily, lost. The thing about flying, you see, was that it was incredibly hard. It required full attention, maximum levels of concentration. The tiniest distraction could bring trouble and Daisy was good, she was exceptional even, but she was also only sixteen years old and, therefore, prone to making mistakes. As soon as she looked forward once more, she realised her mistake and tried to swerve the broomstick, but at the speed she was going it wasn't nearly enough and the bristles of her broomstick hit the hoop as it moved, sending her spinning around. Her feet slipped off the crossbars and for a few seconds she seemed incapable of stopping the spinning broomstick. Mentally, she thanked her Dad for always telling her mistakes on a broomstick were normal and she always needed to remain calm.

So, she did. And eventually her feet steadied themselves on the metal bars once more, and she pulled at the handle, bringing the broomstick to a halt. Right. Better take a few seconds to regain her focus once more, then.

05-12-2017, 07:24 PM	#42 (permalink)
Crayola DMAC Occamy Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Disneyland Posts: 63,102 Hogwarts RPG Name: Dezi Willard Fifth Year x2	Mrs. Alex Turner asterisks user Secret Door Good choice. Daisy had to stop herself from visibly preening at the Professor's words about her broomstick, but she still nodded in agreement and looked down at her broomstick. It was a good choice, Dad had helped her choose. It was fast but reliable, with incredible balance. Very, very useful if you mainly used it when you were flying around at insane speeds, throwing a Quaffle around and avoiding other people. And the stands. And the bludgers. Those two seemed to be her issues, to be honest. Nevertheless, Professor Baldvinsson would definitely be getting a visit from her because he seemed to not be aware that the Quidditch Cup was, unfortunately, not a thing at Hogwarts anymore. Maybe -- she tried not to get her hopes too high, but it was kind of impossible -- he would be the one to bring it back. Honestly. Daisy would cry tears of joy, which was saying a lot because she didn't even remember the last time she had cri -- wait, no, she did. Uhm. Moving on. As soon as she heard the instructions, she kicked one leg over her broomstick and got ready to fly away, but clearly, age was getting to her and making her slow. As soon as Skylar flew off, Daisy turned to the boys and shook her head, amused. Aaah, young blood. Or younger blood, whatever. She couldn't deny that she felt some sort of friendship duty to stick around and wait for Levi, but at the same time, there had been a horn. People were flying off. Daisy was shuffling on the spot, visibly excited. Eeeeh. She'd pull the best friend card later. "Meet you guys back here, okay?" And with that she tightly grasped the wooden handle of the broomstick with both, kicked the ground hard and flew off into the air. She zoomed past Derf trying to enlist Abey and Théo into a version of the Hawkshead Attack Formation and spared the boy a quick smile before flying off, towards the first hoop. She focused on its movements, happy that her Quidditch training helped her with that. After all, she had to figure out where Henry and Zinnia would be before she threw the Quaffle at him, or the movement of the opposing team's Keeper before she attempted to send the red ball through the hoop. So it was with relative ease that she went through the first one and continued towards the second one, zigzagging her way around the other students. Second one? Easy peasy. But then something played on her mind and she looked back towards the ground as she approached the third hoop, and her concentration was, however momentarily, lost. The thing about flying, you see, was that it was incredibly hard. It required full attention, maximum levels of concentration. The tiniest distraction could bring trouble and Daisy was good, she was exceptional even, but she was also only sixteen years old and, therefore, prone to making mistakes. As soon as she looked forward once more, she realised her mistake and tried to swerve the broomstick, but at the speed she was going it wasn't nearly enough and the bristles of her broomstick hit the hoop as it moved, sending her spinning around. Her feet slipped off the crossbars and for a few seconds she seemed incapable of stopping the spinning broomstick. Mentally, she thanked her Dad for always telling her mistakes on a broomstick were normal and she always needed to remain calm. So, she did. And eventually her feet steadied themselves on the metal bars once more, and she pulled at the handle, bringing the broomstick to a halt. Right. Better take a few seconds to regain her focus once more, then. __________________