30 Aug 2024, 19:44
You Want Me To What?
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Mentioning: @Prat Pass
Location: Quid Pitch
Date: Octoberspeech: #4b774d
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✽The sound of quills on parchment and the occasional page turning in the Library was starting to drive Kenzie insane. Normally she wouldn't bat an eye at spending hours amongst the quiet of the shelves, in fact she preferred it most days, but this Charms essay was proving to be more monotonous than she expected. However, after nearly seven hours and three days of hand cramps and neck aches later, she was finally done.
A defeated sigh escaped her lips as she put her quill down for the first time in hours and leaned back into her chair. That. Was. Torture. she thought, throwing her head back and rubbing her eyes. She didn’t know exactly how long she had been hiding away in the darkest and deepest corner of the library, but she did know that she was desperate for sunlight. What time is it? She took no time at all in packing her things into her school bag and getting the heck out of the library. She still didn’t know what time it was, but that was quickly fixed for her as the loud chimes of the clock tower sounded. She slowed down, currently on her way up towards Gryffindor Tower, to listen to the amount of chimes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Shit, it’s 6 already?!?
Turning around without another thought, and nearly knocking down both a painting and a suit of armor, she completely changed her direction and headed back down the stairs. She ran as quickly as her feet would take her, mumbling “excuse me”s and “sorry”s as she whizzed past students in the crowded corridors. Bursting through the doors to the courtyard, startling a poor ghost couple, she started her trek across the extensive castle grounds towards the Quidditch Pitch. She was out of breath by the time she got there, so she took a minute (or three) to catch her breath and regain her composure. She fixed her ponytail and adjusted her clothes while scanning the field in front of her for any sign of a certain four-eyed snake. And I thought I was late. I should’ve known he’d take his sweet time.
She made her way over towards one of the many empty benches that lined the pitch to settle while she waited. She put her stuff on the bench and sat next to it, scanning the field once more. There was no sign of him, or what exactly he asked her to meet him for. “What the hell is he planning?” she mumbled, before looking up to watch the clouds change shape above her.
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Credit: Mylo Atkins
OOC:
I give @Prat Pass permission to Godmod @Kenzie Thatcher for any basic and necessary roleplay actions for the entirety of this thread!
Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies
~Kenzie Thatcher~
Incendiarism Kenzie
3 Sep 2024, 14:19
You Want Me To What?
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Flying around the ground on his comet 180, wind in his face the drag of air around him pressurizing him backwards and the sense of absolute freedom was a sensation he had come to enjoy during his first year at Hogwarts. No rules, no guidelines and no hard supervision over his head made Prat feel like a bird out of it's cage, finally free to enjoy the world around. Sure classes and such were fun, learning spells was fun yet the precautionary and necessary rules meant he could only practice them on test dummies or wait for an unofficial duel where the spell might even fail.
He'd asked Kenzie to be there quite a long time ago, did she even remember it? was she even gonna be there. Flying was fun but she'd spent the whole day and more. Was she really going to just ditch him like this? Getting down to the stand he decided to make his way to the dorms, getting himself a quick snack and coming back if she would arrive. If not, he would just trace his steps back and go to bed defeated.
Coming back on his way from dorms he spotted Kenzie, (possibly on her way to their chosen point of meeting), instead of rushing ahead he instead decided to sneak up on her and scare her when she would have reached her destination.
Watching her go around as she knocked down the decorations and went down the stairs, He turned towards a certain Ravenclaw to borrow his broom. Prat wasn't willing to just have kenzie's broom riding experience be with a school broom. Class could be an entirely different matter, but here atleast they'd have matching broooms. Obtaining another Comet 180 from Aston, Prat slinged it over his back in the small bag he had and rushed to the grounds now.
Seemingly fashionably late as always as she stood in the stand, Prat went flying over her head giggling and laughing before settling down to the ground, waiting for her approach him on the field. "Here, hold this and fly you chicken", while handling her the 180 and waiting for her to get on it and experience the thrill of flying he felt for the first time on this faster broom,"this is so much better than the school brooms we are made to use during class."
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Interacting : @Kenzie Thatcher
Mentions : @Aston Beckett |
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Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 13 |
Sta: 9 | Eva: 15 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15 |
3 Sep 2024, 21:57
You Want Me To What?
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Interacting: @Prat Pass
Location: Quid Pitch
Date: Octoberspeech: #4b774d
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✽Kenzie’s relaxing cloud-watching was interrupted ever so rudely by a familiar flying Slytherin-shaped figure. The sudden change in light reaching her blue eyes hurt, and she quickly blinked a few times to help them adjust. You’d think a school of magic would let me be able to go outside without my eyes being assaulted by the sun, but whatever. Nevertheless, she smiled as her giggling friend came into view and stood up to greet him.
“It’s about time you showed up,” she teased jokingly. She stepped back a bit while he landed and dismounted his broomstick, but her face grew puzzled as he handed her another broomstick.
“Here, hold this and fly, you chicken” he said while handing it to her with his signature cowboy grin. Instead of taking the broom from him right away, she gave him a skeptical look with her eyebrows raised, and scoffed a little trying not to laugh.
“What?” was all she could muster the words to ask. She didn’t even register that he had called her a chicken, she was too focused on the fact that he, seemingly being completely out of his mind, had assumed she would go flying so easily. As if she was some flying and Quidditch prodigy. In reality, that just wasn’t the case, and so she hesitated.
In her First Year at Hogwarts, she had skated by in Flying class by doing just enough to pass, but not enough to actually learn anything about flying, or even get comfortable with the idea of being suspended in the air so high off the ground with nothing but a tiny wooden stick for support. The most she had to do was hover slightly, where even if she had lost her balance and fallen, the most she’d get was a decently green and purple bruise. Quidditch on the other hand, was definitely something she could get behind. The magical sport was just so fascinating to her, and she actually enjoyed being in the stands during a training practice session or a match between house teams. But flying…that was a sore topic. Literally.
The only time she had ever gone more than just a hover above the ground last year, she had flown straight into a tree. It was a shame too, because she had actually begun to enjoy flying seconds before she crashed. It didn’t take a Seer or a Divination class for her to recognize the signs that perhaps flying just wasn’t for her.
Not that she would have expected him to know that, she realized. She didn’t share Flying class with the Slytherins last year, and she hadn’t met him yet when the incident happened. So, she shook her head lightly to reset her expression, like an Etch-A-Sketch toy she used to play with as a child, and instead gave him a shy, unsure smile.
“I-” she started, trying to think of an excuse to not get on the broom. To be quite honest, she had blocked so much of Flying class from her memory that she simply didn’t even know how to fly, even if she wanted to. “When you asked me to meet you at the Quidditch Pitch, I didn’t realize you wanted me to fly. I just thought you wanted to hang out.”
She turned to her belongings and grabbed her bag, lifting it up to show him with a more relaxed and cheerful smile, much more like her usual self that he knew all to well.
“To make up for being late, I brought snacks!”
Despite being confident in her topic diversion, she knew him. He wouldn't let it drop and he definitely wasn't going to stop until she was touching the clouds, rather than looking at them. Not if he had anything to do about it. Still, she kept her smile intact and offered him a bag of chips, reaching over to flick his glasses for looking at her dumbfounded for so long.
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Credit: Mylo Atkins
OOC:
I give @Prat Pass permission to Godmod @Kenzie Thatcher for any basic and necessary roleplay actions for the entirety of this thread!
Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies
~Kenzie Thatcher~
Incendiarism Kenzie
29 Sep 2024, 21:06
You Want Me To What?
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Prat could not for the life of him understand why Kenzie was hesitating, others like Aston, Cass or even Alex would jump at the opportunity to get a new broom and fly around on it. Kenzie on the other hand seemed as if Prat asked her to jump to her immediate doom. Moving on he noticed, the idea of flying seemed to almost petrify her. To the extent that she ignored his words of addressing her as A chicken and instead resorting to stammer as she tried to talk her way out of this.
Though for all her words and attempts, Prat had no intention of letting her leave this field without the wind in her hair, with no broken bones if fate allowed. "This isn't going to work today Kenzie, i borrowed this broom from Aston and i'm not giving it back without you taking a flight as your soar up with the birds." Lifting up her bag Kenzie resorted to perhaps her last trick, the ace up her sleeve that she was sure Prat would take the bait for. FOOD. She knew he could not resist the temptation of food, specially when it came to quick and easy to eat muggle snacks he had found himself growing fond of.
Her flicking his glasses gave him the perfect opening to snatch those snacks from her right before adjusting his glasses and hovering up a little to gain distance over her. "You want them back? come and get them". He worded as he slinged her bag on his shoulders, fastening them to his body.
Prat was not sure why she was so apprehensive towards the idea of flying on a broom, she had mentioned her fondness for quid, a sport where flying was rather necessary. Some would say as necessary as breathing was to living. If it was a past experience, Prat was dead set on helping Kenz get over it and experience the sheer joy and adrenaline rush it brought him. Maybe it was not something suitable to Kenz's taste. However similar to how he who was growing accustomed to the muggle world, He too believed he could make Kenz feel more connected to the magical one, one that was intertwined with flying on a broom. Doing a little throat clearing he again gave her some puppy eyes with his most empathetic look as he began, "Come on Kenz, it won't be as hard, it'll be easy and i'm here if you need help. Just look at the view from here!!"
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Interacting : @Kenzie Thatcher
| Prat Pass - Slytherin | |
Sta: 7 | Eva: 10 | Str: 6 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 7 | Acc: 13 |
Sta: 9 | Eva: 15 | Str: 0 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 15 |
30 Sep 2024, 16:21
You Want Me To What?
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Interacting: @Prat Pass
Location: Quid Pitch
Date: Octoberspeech: #4b774d
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✽Kenzie hesitated still, internally debating her options. She didn’t want to let her friend down and make him mad or anything. On the other hand, she really didn’t want to get on that broom. When he took her bag and flew above her head just out of reach, she groaned out in protest. "Praaaaat! Come on, can’t we have fun with our feet on the ground?!”
It wasn’t like she could actually do anything to him, considering her wand was tucked away in the bag now strapped on her friend’s back. Friend…that might become a loose term based on how this is going… She tried to reason with him, but her words fell short so she just stood there, helplessly opening and closing her mouth like a bumbling goldfish. She groaned and rolled her eyes again, holding her face in her hands. Many thoughts on how she could get out of this particular situation raced through her head. The most tempting one was to simply turn on her heel and walk back to the castle, but one look at his face and she wiped it from her mind.
The sun behind his head perfectly outlined his silhouette while a slight breeze ruffled loose strands of his hair effortlessly. Any previous thought of leaving or getting out of this was eradicated from her mind as her eyes fell on his pout and puppy eyes. She nearly snorted out loud because he looked properly like a high-fashion model on the cover of some overhyped magazine, and she probably would have too if it weren’t for how not in control she seemed. She didn’t get distracted often; in fact, if her mind was set and focused on something, it was nearly impossible to distract her; but this…this was different.
She couldn’t say no, and frankly, a part of her (albeit deep inside) didn’t want to. She held the tiniest sliver of envy over the Quidditch players she watched routinely, and even her friends. It seemed like everyone in the school, or even the magical world as a whole, was comfortable riding a broomstick. The only thing she could hate more than the idea of falling to her death, was feeling left out. So, she blinked away her daze and sighed. “Fine,” she said, slowly taking Aston’s broom from his hand, “but if I get hurt, you’re gonna owe me forever. I mean it!”
Drawing every single memory about how to fly from deep within her subconscious, she took a slow, deep breath and mounted the broom the way she was taught. She looked back at Prat, searching his eyes for any glimpse of a way she could still get out of doing this. Finding nothing but support and empathy cleverly masked behind his cool demeanor, she mentally scolded herself and kicked off the ground gently with her eyes closed. She was doing it.
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Credit: Mylo Atkins
OOC:
I give @Prat Pass permission to Godmod @Kenzie Thatcher for any basic and necessary roleplay actions for the entirety of this thread!
Her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies
~Kenzie Thatcher~
Incendiarism Kenzie