Just Like Taming a Horse PV Alejandro Garcia Closed

Date: 19th October 2024 (10:39) Interacting with: @Alejandro Garcia (#9e2929) Outfit: Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform

As she smoothed her hand down the impeccable surface of her new broom, Jess couldn't get over the fact that someone had anonymously donated a Silver Arrow to her. I mean, a Silver Arrow! Hand-crafted by THE Leonard Jewkes! Jess laughed out loud, before tugging on her yellow and black Quidditch uniform and getting up. Time to practice.


Once onto the pitch, Jess began to strategise her plan for the practice session. She had no idea how this was going to go - after all, brooms were like horses, so you could never know if the two would gel. It was why she'd refrained from telling Avery about her new broom - what if I'm terrible? Instead of pushing the thought from her mind, though, as she might normally do, Jess embraced it - that's exactly why I'm out here right now, regardless of the weather. Jess looked nervously up at the sky - the piercing bright sun did nothing to warm a general cold that had now settled all around Hogwarts. Jess shivered a little, before finally mounting her new broom for the first time.

A tingling sensation filled her, and she lifted seamlessly into the air. Jess could have sighed with relief - this is the dream! Cautiously, she leaned forward, anxious not to push the broom too far so soon...

But it appeared even that was too much. Without so much as a second's notice, the broom flew ahead at an unimaginable speed, and having failed to hold on tightly enough, Jess was flung backwards. The force of the movement threw her flat on her back, and her head whacked painfully against the ground. Jess groaned; she had suffered whiplash and was completely winded, her glasses having smashed onto her face. She made an attempt to sit up and make sure that the Silver Arrow hadn't gone too far, but her body refused, and besides, she could hardly see, so she lay there, frustrated. I should have known... It was all going way too smoothly.


After what seemed like an age, a whooshing sound reached Jess' ears, and, rubbing her forehead, she lifted her head to see none other than the Silver Arrow, gliding gracefully towards her. The miraculous sight gave Jess the strength she needed to haul herself up into a sitting position, and she beamed. The broom finally landed at her side, and Jess reached over to grasp it. "Thanks for coming back," Jess spoke out loud, before coughing, reminded of the pain of her recent fall. She was well aware of how crazy she sounded, but she didn't care - who knows, maybe brooms can understand us?