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Felixir · 01-10-2018, 05:03 PM

Once he had a feel for the relaxed pace that seemed to be acceptable for the warm-up lap, it was a little easier to stick to it. Nevertheless, as Abra rounded one end of the pitch and started up the opposite length, he found that - subconsciously or whatever - he seemed to be urging his broom on a little faster, eager as he was to speed up.

"Stop it," he said firmly as though he was rebuking the broom, when really, deep down, he knew full well he was talking to himself. Patience was a virtue and all.

Sticking with the general body of the group of ~~tryouters~~ ~~tryer outers~~ airborne Gryffindors, Abra focused his attention on making sure his balance and his position on the broom was as perfect as he could get it. Keeping his mind on the slight shifting and minor adjustments of body, hands, and feet helped him to keep on top of his speed, and by the time he approached the other end of the pitch just a few moments later, he was ready for ACTION.

Around the hoops he flew, and finally, just ahead, was the exact point where he had reached the perimeter of the pitch a minute ago to start his laps, aka where the first lap would end, AKA WHERE HE COULD GO FAST. Without really meaning to, he urged his broom on so it picked up juuuust a little bit of speed juuuust a little bit early, but when he reached the exact point that his first lap ended, all bets were off.

There was nothing subtle in the way he picked up speed now. Abra leaned right forward, moving his hands a little further up the broom so that he could press himself as flat to it as possible, and therefore become streamlined and aerodynamic and, of course, fast. As for the rest of his body, he drew his knees and elbows in as tightly as he could, trying to picture and emulate, as his coach in Egypt had once suggested, the way an archer's arrow flies through the air. The blast of cold air as he shot forward was almost startling but easily overridden by the thrill of the flight. And actually, actually, the rush of air was good because it kept his hair blown back and out of his face. Visibility was important, or something.

In seconds he had reached the other end of the pitch again, and in the split second that he needed to turn, Abra pulled the handle of his broom to the left - i.e. the direction he wanted to fly to take himself around the hoops - and swung the tail end of his broom to the right, effectively drifting (like a muggle car, not that he'd be able to make the comparison) around the end of the pitch. It was imperative to stay pressed as close to his broom as possible in order to minimise air resistance, which was the biggest obstacle in turning like this, but Abra - since figuring out how to do it, which had actually happened by accident actually - had found it much more effective than simply steering his broom around the moderately narrow ends of a Quidditch pitch, especially when doing laps, and especially again when trying to go as fast as possible.

Honestly, the less he had to brake, the better.

The way he took the corner meant that, by the time he'd rounded the hoops using the drifting method, Abra's broom had turned a hundred and eighty degrees and was already right on course for the next length of the pitch, and because he never once let up with the speed, there was not a second's delay in his ahead to the opposite set of hoops. Mega quick (though relatively minor) adjustments were necessary in transitioning to the position he needed to be in to take the corner and the position for essentially going straight forwards, and though Abra was hardly an expert at this at the tender age of fourteen, he nevertheless did his best to execute these as fluidly as possible. Every flight was a learning experience, that was another tip from his coach.

At the other end of the pitch, as Abra encountered the second set of goal hoops, he employed his turning tactics just as he had before, and coming out of it smoothly enough for the next long stretch. As he completed his first fast lap (in almost half the time it had taken to do the warm-up lap) Abra smiled to himself (it was too cold to grin and expose his teeth, and also it might even take up too much of his concentration) and his heart raced in the best possible way.

More more more! He had a NEED for SPEED.

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