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Felixir · 01-18-2018, 01:28 AM

Looking for the snitch was one thing, speeding towards the spot you'd seen it was another, but chasing it in an attempt to close your hand around it was a whole separate thing entirely. Up until now, Abra could pretty much stay out of everyone's way, keep to himself, nice and removed, but now the little golden ball was well and truly leading him on a merry dance around the pitch. Not only that, but through the other players.

At first, he thought it was just going to take him back through the obstacle course, and it definitely seemed that way for a while (perhaps it could sense a vague sort of shelter, or it 'knew' that also navigating obstacles would impede its pursuer?), but of course it wasn't going to be that easy. As Abra sped after the snitch, zigging and zagging and diving and swerving all over the place to follow the route it had determined, he found it was leading him back through all the other stations, where Gryffindors were trying out for Beater, Chaser, or Keeper. This was risky, dangerous, even - had that been a bludger that just crossed behind him? Abra had definitely heard a shout of warning and had instinctively employed another Sloth Grip Roll, which had in turn slowed him down just a touch, but enough to put more distance between himself and the snitch (and it was sort of a good job he'd been going fast enough to avoid the bludger in the first place, as he had clearly avoided the bludger thanks to going flat out, not because he had rolled, but you know... reflexes) - but it was necessary. He NEEDED to catch that thing.

The snitch, naturally, didn't care where it took him, and proceeded to start darting in and out of everyone. Abra was determined not to let his eyes leave his golden prey, and later it would occur to him that actually this was excellent stuff to display in tryouts; navigating other players while not colliding with or distracting anyone too much, in case (in a game) the snitch remained uncaught and play was uninterrupted. He sped after it, nipping through the others as quickly and efficiently as he could.

In, out, up, down, around, ROLL, left, riGHT, LEFT AGAIN, UP. As he weaved his way through the Gryffindors who were busy shooting at or guarding the hoops, Abra thought, but did not waste any energy on saying, his apologies to them - 'scuse me, sorry, coming through, don't mind me, my apologies, thank you - before finally his pursuit brought him up and mercifully out of everyone's way, up, up, directly up into the air.

Abra didn't waste the opportunity; the snitch was finally moving in one straight direction, but it could dart away at any second. He urged his broom onwards, clinging tightly to it with one hand and both knees - it was more difficult (but SO much more exciting) when flying in a gravity-defying ninety degree angle from the ground - and stretched his right hand out towards the snitch. With a final burst of desperate speed, it came to just within his reach -- he quickly closed his fingers around it and snatched it out of the air.

Grinning to himself as the snitch beat its silver wings frantically for a moment around his clenched fist, Abra levelled his broom off and hovered in place. The wings calmed down, and the snitch seemed to resign itself to its fate, and Abra couldn't stop beaming. Such a fantastic feeling, catching one of these, though he had to admit that the feeling was much more thrilling, not to mention rewarding, when it was in the middle of a game and he was directly facing off with someone else, flying knee-to-knee with them, both their hands outstretched as they desperately tried to beat the other to the snitch grab.

At that thought, Abra suddenly remembered the others - not just the Seekers, but every other person trying out for he team - and looked down. What he saw gave him a bit of a shock.

He had flown a lot higher than he had realised. In his head, the pursuit hadn't taken long at all, and it was true that it had hardly gone on for ages, but a few seconds were enough to cover a surprising distance when going all out. The pitch and the other Gryffindors were far below, and Abra - who had never had a problem with heights - felt his head spin. But it passed, thankfully, and relatively quickly too, giving him a chance to fully appreciate the literal heights he had gone. It was really very peaceful up here. Not TOO cold, either, perhaps because he was finally not speeding around, and the sun was shining directly on him.

But he couldn't stay up there forever, and Abra knew that. He aimed his broom back towards the ground, and gave into the temptation to take on the distance in a daring dive. One-handed, too. The other was still clutching his prize, after all.

01-18-2018, 01:28 AM	#49 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Seeker - dodging that bludger while we're at it Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Looking for the snitch was one thing, speeding towards the spot you'd seen it was another, but chasing it in an attempt to close your hand around it was a whole separate thing entirely. Up until now, Abra could pretty much stay out of everyone's way, keep to himself, nice and removed, but now the little golden ball was well and truly leading him on a merry dance around the pitch. Not only that, but through the other players. At first, he thought it was just going to take him back through the obstacle course, and it definitely seemed that way for a while (perhaps it could sense a vague sort of shelter, or it 'knew' that also navigating obstacles would impede its pursuer?), but of course it wasn't going to be that easy. As Abra sped after the snitch, zigging and zagging and diving and swerving all over the place to follow the route it had determined, he found it was leading him back through all the other stations, where Gryffindors were trying out for Beater, Chaser, or Keeper. This was risky, dangerous, even - had that been a bludger that just crossed behind him? Abra had definitely heard a shout of warning and had instinctively employed another Sloth Grip Roll, which had in turn slowed him down just a touch, but enough to put more distance between himself and the snitch (and it was sort of a good job he'd been going fast enough to avoid the bludger in the first place, as he had clearly avoided the bludger thanks to going flat out, not because he had rolled, but you know... reflexes) - but it was necessary. He NEEDED to catch that thing. The snitch, naturally, didn't care where it took him, and proceeded to start darting in and out of everyone. Abra was determined not to let his eyes leave his golden prey, and later it would occur to him that actually this was excellent stuff to display in tryouts; navigating other players while not colliding with or distracting anyone too much, in case (in a game) the snitch remained uncaught and play was uninterrupted. He sped after it, nipping through the others as quickly and efficiently as he could. In, out, up, down, around, ROLL, left, riGHT, LEFT AGAIN, UP. As he weaved his way through the Gryffindors who were busy shooting at or guarding the hoops, Abra thought, but did not waste any energy on saying, his apologies to them - 'scuse me, sorry, coming through, don't mind me, my apologies, thank you - before finally his pursuit brought him up and mercifully out of everyone's way, up, up, directly up into the air. Abra didn't waste the opportunity; the snitch was finally moving in one straight direction, but it could dart away at any second. He urged his broom onwards, clinging tightly to it with one hand and both knees - it was more difficult (but SO much more exciting) when flying in a gravity-defying ninety degree angle from the ground - and stretched his right hand out towards the snitch. With a final burst of desperate speed, it came to just within his reach -- he quickly closed his fingers around it and snatched it out of the air. Grinning to himself as the snitch beat its silver wings frantically for a moment around his clenched fist, Abra levelled his broom off and hovered in place. The wings calmed down, and the snitch seemed to resign itself to its fate, and Abra couldn't stop beaming. Such a fantastic feeling, catching one of these, though he had to admit that the feeling was much more thrilling, not to mention rewarding, when it was in the middle of a game and he was directly facing off with someone else, flying knee-to-knee with them, both their hands outstretched as they desperately tried to beat the other to the snitch grab. At that thought, Abra suddenly remembered the others - not just the Seekers, but every other person trying out for he team - and looked down. What he saw gave him a bit of a shock. He had flown a lot higher than he had realised. In his head, the pursuit hadn't taken long at all, and it was true that it had hardly gone on for ages, but a few seconds were enough to cover a surprising distance when going all out. The pitch and the other Gryffindors were far below, and Abra - who had never had a problem with heights - felt his head spin. But it passed, thankfully, and relatively quickly too, giving him a chance to fully appreciate the literal heights he had gone. It was really very peaceful up here. Not TOO cold, either, perhaps because he was finally not speeding around, and the sun was shining directly on him. But he couldn't stay up there forever, and Abra knew that. He aimed his broom back towards the ground, and gave into the temptation to take on the distance in a daring dive. One-handed, too. The other was still clutching his prize, after all. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!