29 Nov 2024, 17:06
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1 Dec 2024, 15:07
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Was she screaming? She had no idea. Maybe she was, and just couldn't hear it above the wind's deafening roar. Maybe she just lost the ability to scream, for the moment. It had always gone like that: she would lose control over the broom, fly too fast into some wall, and crash. Or the professor would catch her, and she would go safely to the ground, and doubt whether she wanted to fly again.
But every time, over and over again, she fell back into dreaming of how flying made her feel, and she would go and practice. And fail again.
Well, there was just no hope now. She was going at full speed towards the wall– but now the boy was there too, hovering in place, telling her to take control of the broom.
She had never been able to before; she didn't really even have any idea how. If he didn't move now, they would both get hurt. "How?? How do I stop?!" She hoped he could hear her. Maybe she hadn't even said the words at all; she had no idea at this point.
It was fun, though, flying at this speed. She didn't want to meet the wall, but she didn't really want to stop, either. It was exhilarating, thrilling, the feeling was intoxicating, especially when mixed with the panic.
She had to stop though, somehow. Amela hadn't really anticipated the outcome, so she turned the broom handle to the right firmly. If she couldn't stop, then at least turn away from the wall, to buy some more time.
But every time, over and over again, she fell back into dreaming of how flying made her feel, and she would go and practice. And fail again.
Well, there was just no hope now. She was going at full speed towards the wall– but now the boy was there too, hovering in place, telling her to take control of the broom.
She had never been able to before; she didn't really even have any idea how. If he didn't move now, they would both get hurt. "How?? How do I stop?!" She hoped he could hear her. Maybe she hadn't even said the words at all; she had no idea at this point.
It was fun, though, flying at this speed. She didn't want to meet the wall, but she didn't really want to stop, either. It was exhilarating, thrilling, the feeling was intoxicating, especially when mixed with the panic.
She had to stop though, somehow. Amela hadn't really anticipated the outcome, so she turned the broom handle to the right firmly. If she couldn't stop, then at least turn away from the wall, to buy some more time.
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Tracey Bailey(Mateo Yamamoto)| 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Quidditch Training Pitch| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: Oct 26th morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 263| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: same as interacting
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1 Dec 2024, 23:50
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2 Dec 2024, 15:05
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Shocked, Amelia realized that she'd slowed down. Up until now, it had always just caused her to turn around and go on at the same speed. For some reason, it had now worked, and she was just drifting slowly to the right.
The sudden change of speed was so startling, Amelia just stared at her broom, stunned. Everything was in the right shape again; the wind just a slight breeze compared to its strength when combined with the speed, colours no longer mixed together.
How come it had never worked before?! She would have to ask this guy; he seemed to be experienced, as he didn't flinch when she almost collided with him and the wall. He obviously knew what he was doing.
Listening to his guidance, she nodded. Landing on the ground seemed perfect right now. She pointed the broom handle downwards lightly, hoping she wouldn't flatten herself against the ground instead of the wall, at top speed.
Miraculously, the broom glided down slowly, as if it'd lost all of its energy. She hadn't, though. She was all warmed up, excited, her heart still beating fast. She wished to try again, but this time with a bit more restraint. Something about the feeling of being out of control was attractive to her, as if the danger made it so much fun.
Eventually, she reached the ground, just as the boy had instructed. She rested her legs on the ground gently, while still sitting on her broom. That way, she was safe on the ground and on the broom at the same time. "Thanks," she said, meaning it. "What now? And what's your name? I don't think I've seen you around before."
The sudden change of speed was so startling, Amelia just stared at her broom, stunned. Everything was in the right shape again; the wind just a slight breeze compared to its strength when combined with the speed, colours no longer mixed together.
How come it had never worked before?! She would have to ask this guy; he seemed to be experienced, as he didn't flinch when she almost collided with him and the wall. He obviously knew what he was doing.
Listening to his guidance, she nodded. Landing on the ground seemed perfect right now. She pointed the broom handle downwards lightly, hoping she wouldn't flatten herself against the ground instead of the wall, at top speed.
Miraculously, the broom glided down slowly, as if it'd lost all of its energy. She hadn't, though. She was all warmed up, excited, her heart still beating fast. She wished to try again, but this time with a bit more restraint. Something about the feeling of being out of control was attractive to her, as if the danger made it so much fun.
Eventually, she reached the ground, just as the boy had instructed. She rested her legs on the ground gently, while still sitting on her broom. That way, she was safe on the ground and on the broom at the same time. "Thanks," she said, meaning it. "What now? And what's your name? I don't think I've seen you around before."
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Tracey Bailey(Mateo Yamamoto)| 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Quidditch Training Pitch| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: Oct 26th morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 282| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: same as interacting
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2 Dec 2024, 16:53
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4 Dec 2024, 08:54
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As the boy stopped midair next to her, in full control over his broom, he explained that he was from another wizarding school–a Japanese one! She had heard once Japan has a bit of a different etiquette than the United Kingdom. She just had to hope she didn't offend him somehow, then, and remember to apologize later.
How come she wasn't aware of it, though? She knew there were some things going on at Hogwarts at the moment and a ball of some sort, but as a first year, a new student, she was so busy trying to keep her head up with the usual goings-on of Hogwarts, such as studies, friends, and not getting lost, that she forgot to pay attention to the special things. Oh well, no need to feel disappointed; next year should have a ball too, right? Then she would get to experience it fully.
"Thanks for helping me out, Mateo. I'm Amelia, a regular student at Hogwarts." As she memorized his first name, she worked up her courage. She craved to fly again, but the adrenaline rush started to fade, and fear was creeping in its place. "Alright, speed, you say? How, then?" Getting ready to fly again, she repositioned herself on the broom, ready to hit the ground and fly up high.
How come she wasn't aware of it, though? She knew there were some things going on at Hogwarts at the moment and a ball of some sort, but as a first year, a new student, she was so busy trying to keep her head up with the usual goings-on of Hogwarts, such as studies, friends, and not getting lost, that she forgot to pay attention to the special things. Oh well, no need to feel disappointed; next year should have a ball too, right? Then she would get to experience it fully.
"Thanks for helping me out, Mateo. I'm Amelia, a regular student at Hogwarts." As she memorized his first name, she worked up her courage. She craved to fly again, but the adrenaline rush started to fade, and fear was creeping in its place. "Alright, speed, you say? How, then?" Getting ready to fly again, she repositioned herself on the broom, ready to hit the ground and fly up high.
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Tracey Bailey(Mateo Yamamoto)| 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Quidditch Training Pitch| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: Oct 26th morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 218| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: same as interacting
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4 Dec 2024, 17:47
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6 Dec 2024, 09:37
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How is Hogwarts so far? Well, it wasn't a dream– there were studies and homework and whatnot to do all the time, but it did have its fun sides, such as messing around with friends, discovering secrets, and, well, obviously flying, too.
She couldn't fly at home– mum wouldn't let her, not with all the Muggles around; besides, Amelia believed her mum wouldn't have let her anyway, even if they lived in a wizards-only area, because it was 'too dangerous to fly without supervision, and I don't have the time for it', as her mum had always stated.
Brushing those thoughts aside, she just shrugged in response, as if saying 'it's alright'. Because now, she needed to focus on flying, not on Hogwarts and other unimportant things.
"Okay, so like, this?" she asked, trying to follow Mateo's instructions. She was a bit higher than a second ago, and flew slowly in a small wavy line forwards.
Leaning a bit forward, she increased her speed. It was way faster than she expected, though– not as fast as before, no, but faster than she had intended. She leaned backwards to balance the speed, the broom slowed down, reaching the speed she had aimed at before.
She was now flying at a relaxed speed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the slight breeze; it might not have been fast, but it was lovely.
She couldn't fly at home– mum wouldn't let her, not with all the Muggles around; besides, Amelia believed her mum wouldn't have let her anyway, even if they lived in a wizards-only area, because it was 'too dangerous to fly without supervision, and I don't have the time for it', as her mum had always stated.
Brushing those thoughts aside, she just shrugged in response, as if saying 'it's alright'. Because now, she needed to focus on flying, not on Hogwarts and other unimportant things.
"Okay, so like, this?" she asked, trying to follow Mateo's instructions. She was a bit higher than a second ago, and flew slowly in a small wavy line forwards.
Leaning a bit forward, she increased her speed. It was way faster than she expected, though– not as fast as before, no, but faster than she had intended. She leaned backwards to balance the speed, the broom slowed down, reaching the speed she had aimed at before.
She was now flying at a relaxed speed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the slight breeze; it might not have been fast, but it was lovely.
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Tracey Bailey(Mateo Yamamoto)| 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Quidditch Training Pitch| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: Oct 26th morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 230| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: same as interacting
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6 Dec 2024, 16:51
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9 Dec 2024, 06:56
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Keeping her pace, Amelia flew on, Mateo cheering in the back. This speed was easy enough to maintain, but it wasn't as satisfying as before. After a few minutes, she wanted to go faster so badly...
Smirking to herself, Amelia leaned forward sharply, urging the broom to go faster, just slightly... Or maybe a bit more... Amelia realized she would lose control of the broom if she didn't stop now. It was going faster and faster, just like before. Exhilarating, but dangerous. Ugh, how she wished she could just fly like that all day long!
But now she was familiar with the way to stop, and she needed to practice. Pushing the handle to the right, she slowed abruptly. Cheeks pink from the cold wind and exercise, she lowered herself to the ground, gliding towards Mateo.
"Okay, I think I can recognize when to slow down now. I should probably just practice it more, right? Is there anything else I need to know for basic flying?" she said, pushing her hair away from her face; it was all tangled from the wind. She would have to brush it later for hours... She stopped herself from sighing at the thought.
The thoughts went away quickly, though, replaced by excitement from flying; she was on firm ground now, but still thrilled.
Smirking to herself, Amelia leaned forward sharply, urging the broom to go faster, just slightly... Or maybe a bit more... Amelia realized she would lose control of the broom if she didn't stop now. It was going faster and faster, just like before. Exhilarating, but dangerous. Ugh, how she wished she could just fly like that all day long!
But now she was familiar with the way to stop, and she needed to practice. Pushing the handle to the right, she slowed abruptly. Cheeks pink from the cold wind and exercise, she lowered herself to the ground, gliding towards Mateo.
"Okay, I think I can recognize when to slow down now. I should probably just practice it more, right? Is there anything else I need to know for basic flying?" she said, pushing her hair away from her face; it was all tangled from the wind. She would have to brush it later for hours... She stopped herself from sighing at the thought.
The thoughts went away quickly, though, replaced by excitement from flying; she was on firm ground now, but still thrilled.
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Tracey Bailey(Mateo Yamamoto)| 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Quidditch Training Pitch| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: Oct 26th morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 219| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: same as interacting
One day you might look back and realize you've been pursuing your dreams all along!