Soaring (Not So) High
When: September, after Flying Year 1, Lesson 1
Eveline walked with the gaggle of first years toward their very first Flying Class. For once, she was uncharacteristically quiet. She didn't make any manipulative or demeaning comments about muggles managing flying just fine because of the existence of aeroplanes, despite the fact that she'd planned to do so from the safety of her dormitory this morning.
Instead, as they approached the Professor, Eveline's eyes remained on the sky above. Perhaps not today, on their first class, but eventually the first years would be up there. On their brooms. Their rickety, unsteady school brooms. One slip away from a terrible fall to their deaths, and Eveline hated that. She hated that so very much.
She could face a mountain Troll with all the sass in the world, but heights were - though she'd never admit it - her weakness. Her Achilles' Heel.
Eveline listened to the Professor's lecture before they were allowed to touch the brooms, thanking whatever God existed for every second the Professor bought them without putting them on the stupid vehicles.
Finally the moment came. Dread filled the pit of Eveline's belly. She looked down at the broom on the ground. If she could only fail to even summon it, perhaps she could go even longer. She could hesitate. But then Mother would certainly not be pleased...
"...up," Eveline said sharply. The broom wobbled tauntingly, but didn't come to her extended hand. Thank God.
"Up!" Eveline repeated, feeling confident in that, despite her genuine effort, the broom seemed intent on not obeying her commands. If she failed at summoning it, perhaps she wouldn't have to fly all term.
That was a hopeless prayer, as it turned out. On the third 'UP!', perhaps the broom heard the hidden trace of relief in Eveline's voice, because it quickly shot up into her hand. She frowned. She hadn't been the first to summon her broom successfully, but she hadn't been the last, either. The rest of the class summoned their brooms - some with more help than others - and, finally, they all mounted them.
...Eveline's legs were shaking. She was thankful for the generous fit of her school robes, because they helped tremendously to hide the fact.
As she swung her weak leg over the broomstick, clutching it with knuckles she was sure were going to splinter the wood unintentionally, Eveline thought of what this class would be like going forward. Professor Weems had explained they'd study magical sports and strategies. Surely that didn't mean he would introduce bludgers and the sort while they flew.
Just one year. One year of this... Eveline thought desperately.
She now had to push off the ground. Just a little bit, sure, but one foot or one hundred feet made little difference to Eveline. If her feet weren't touching the ground, she wanted nothing to do with this. She procrastinated.
"SWEEP," she said under her breath, buying time and hoping class ended before she had to hover. "Survey the environment."
She made a point of looking around at every detail she thought would buy more time. Every blade of grass with a bug on it, every window on Hogwarts Castle, even the clouds in the sky.
"Watch for others," she continued, eyeing all of her classmates with a frown. Some of them were actually excited for this! The lunatics! She pointedly avoided looking at the students directly beside her. If they didn't see her face, maybe she could hide her humiliation and terror.
"Examine broom, exhibit mindfulness," she said more quickly now, legs threatening to give out beneath her.
The broom seemed fine. The bristles were uneven, since it was a school broom, but it had no pressing issues that she noticed. As for mindfulness? She didn't feel mindful. She was too busy imagining herself plummeting to her death.
Then the last step - prepare to fly. She didn't say this one under her breath. She didn't say it at all. She simply pulled her wand from her robes, clutching it tightly to her chest, then held it against the broom as she gripped it.
Eveline's eyes closed as she floated mere inches off the ground. She couldn't look. She couldn't bear looking.
OOC: I wanted to use my submission to the first homework assignment for Flying as a thread! I thought it could be fun to have some in-class interactions! Feel free to join in as one of the students on either side of Eveline, or even across the class! For information about 'SWEEP', if you haven't done the homework, see the textbook!
Soaring (Not So) High
WC: 561
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
It was weird to say, but even though Bella was absolutely terrified of heights, she was really excited to learn how to fly. Her parents had told her bedtime tales of their quidditch matches when she was younger, and she held fallen in love with the broom sport even without ever seeing one in real life.
Now, though, Bella was having second thoughts. She was wracked with nerves right before class started. She was SO excited, yet...what if she fell off and got terribly hurt? What if it was actually the most boring thing ever? Actually, scratch that. There's no way it can be boring. At least, that's what Bella told herself.
Bella saw a couple of first years already there in her Flying Class. At first, she was wondering if she was late but realized that she was actually early and everyone was just...earlier.
She placed down her broom on the first free spot she could see, next to a girl with yellowish-blondish hair. Bella tried to listen with intense concentration on the rules, but all she could think of was the fact that she would actually be flying today, the moment she had been waiting for ever since she got her invitation, and even before that.
The professor instructed everybody to say "up" and attempt make the brooms shoot into their hands.
"UP, please, broom!" Bella said. She remembered that her parents had told her to be polite to her broom, or else it wouldn't obey you. The broom seemed to know that because, at first try, it shot into her hands like an arrow.
She turned around to the girl next to her, who was still shouting "Up!" Bella wondered if she should offer to help, or if it would be awkward, but thankfully, the other girl figured it out really quickly.
Bella swung her leg onto the broomstick, clutching the broom like it was all she depended on, before she remembered to relax and calm down. She turned to look around, making sure that it was all clear. She checked her broom, making sure it's fine, and muttered, "hmm...maybe I should name you something other than 'broom.' Seems awfully classic, don't you think?" Finally, Bella took a looonnngggg, deep breath. She closed her eyes, even though she knew that was a terrible idea, and just whispered, "please fly."
The broom suddenly gave a lurch, and she flew into the air!
"AHH ---- oh. Oops." The broom had flown up to a pretty tall height, but it wasn't really as high as Bella thought it was. Her feet couldn't touch the ground, but it wasn't that scary. Bella chuckled nervously as she looked around, hoping that nobody witnessed her embarrassing moment.
That was when she saw the girl who was originally besides her close her eyes as she flew inches off the ground. Bella was concerned on how tight the girl seemed to be squeezing the broom.
"Hey," Bella yelled to the girl, trying to make her broom go back down so she wouldn't have to yell. "Wo-ah!" The broom shot back down, almost hit the ground, and then flew back up. "I'm okay, I'm okay."
After some trial and error, Bella was able to fly closer to the girl. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hi! I'm Bella Light. Umm...how are you? Are you okay? You are just holding the broom awfully tight, that's all!"
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
It was weird to say, but even though Bella was absolutely terrified of heights, she was really excited to learn how to fly. Her parents had told her bedtime tales of their quidditch matches when she was younger, and she held fallen in love with the broom sport even without ever seeing one in real life.
Now, though, Bella was having second thoughts. She was wracked with nerves right before class started. She was SO excited, yet...what if she fell off and got terribly hurt? What if it was actually the most boring thing ever? Actually, scratch that. There's no way it can be boring. At least, that's what Bella told herself.
Bella saw a couple of first years already there in her Flying Class. At first, she was wondering if she was late but realized that she was actually early and everyone was just...earlier.
She placed down her broom on the first free spot she could see, next to a girl with yellowish-blondish hair. Bella tried to listen with intense concentration on the rules, but all she could think of was the fact that she would actually be flying today, the moment she had been waiting for ever since she got her invitation, and even before that.
The professor instructed everybody to say "up" and attempt make the brooms shoot into their hands.
"UP, please, broom!" Bella said. She remembered that her parents had told her to be polite to her broom, or else it wouldn't obey you. The broom seemed to know that because, at first try, it shot into her hands like an arrow.
She turned around to the girl next to her, who was still shouting "Up!" Bella wondered if she should offer to help, or if it would be awkward, but thankfully, the other girl figured it out really quickly.
Bella swung her leg onto the broomstick, clutching the broom like it was all she depended on, before she remembered to relax and calm down. She turned to look around, making sure that it was all clear. She checked her broom, making sure it's fine, and muttered, "hmm...maybe I should name you something other than 'broom.' Seems awfully classic, don't you think?" Finally, Bella took a looonnngggg, deep breath. She closed her eyes, even though she knew that was a terrible idea, and just whispered, "please fly."
The broom suddenly gave a lurch, and she flew into the air!
"AHH ---- oh. Oops." The broom had flown up to a pretty tall height, but it wasn't really as high as Bella thought it was. Her feet couldn't touch the ground, but it wasn't that scary. Bella chuckled nervously as she looked around, hoping that nobody witnessed her embarrassing moment.
That was when she saw the girl who was originally besides her close her eyes as she flew inches off the ground. Bella was concerned on how tight the girl seemed to be squeezing the broom.
"Hey," Bella yelled to the girl, trying to make her broom go back down so she wouldn't have to yell. "Wo-ah!" The broom shot back down, almost hit the ground, and then flew back up. "I'm okay, I'm okay."
After some trial and error, Bella was able to fly closer to the girl. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hi! I'm Bella Light. Umm...how are you? Are you okay? You are just holding the broom awfully tight, that's all!"
"At the end of the dark tunnel is a light, so reach forward and feel the sun" - Bella Light
Soaring (Not So) High
When: September, after Flying Year 1, Lesson 1
Eveline opened a single eye, looking toward the voice of Bella. Unfortunately, this had the side effect of reminding her that she was currently off the ground, if only by inches. Her ankle flexed as the tip of her toes almost grazed the grass, but not quite, and Eveline abruptly closed her eyes again.
"It's a technique," Eveline said. Her voice was slightly strained, and she didn't sound nearly as composed as she was trying for. "Gripping the broom this way. I've seen Quidditch players do it."
She'd never seen a Quidditch game in her life, actually. Even when her parents had offered to take her to see the World Cup when she was six, Eveline had refused to go. But she wasn't about to admit that her hands were physically incapable of loosening on this broomstick.
Still, manners were manners.
"Eveline Ashcombe. You may know the family - we export potion ingredients and certain-" The broom lurched suddenly - mockingly, if you asked Eveline, the stupid piece of wood and twig - to the side, and Eveline gripped it impossibly tighter. Her eyes shot open as she fought every instinct to lean down against the broom for stability. She leaned forward just a tiny bit. Her heart was hammering in her chest as her feet finally touched the ground again. She remained mounted, only because it was part of class and she wouldn't get a detention, but she remained on the ground.
"This broom is clearly defective," Eveline said defensively. Her cheeks were slightly pink. "Unstable, even. How are students supposed to learn on these old things?"
She looked over at Bella as if expecting agreement. It was easier to look at the girl now that her own feet were on the ground.
"Light," Eveline said as her heart began to steady itself to a reasonable pace. She took a careful breath. "I don't know that name. You must be muggle-born, then?"
@Bella Light
Soaring (Not So) High
WC: 321
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
Bella watched, concerned, as the other girl, who's name was Eveline, opened her eyes, then closed her eyes again as she glanced at the ground. She explained to Bella that gripping the broom that way was a strategy, which Bella couldn't help but comment on.
"That's new! I never heard of that technique before, but my parents always told me to grip the broom lightly and treat the broom politely! They said that if I do that, the broom will react better to the rider's movements," she gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Was that rude? I'm sure your technique works well, too! And who am I to doubt the quidditch players?"
Bella flew closer to the ground, but still stayed in the air, as Eveline landed on the ground. She seemed very relieved to have her feet on the ground again. Eveline started to talk quite defensively at how the broom was defective and unstable, and Bella was taken aback.
"Umm...do you want to switch brooms with me? I think mine is fine, if a little on the used side! And...it really is okay if you are scared of heights. I'm too," she whispered the last part really quietly and quickly, in case she made a mistake. She had taken mental notes on the way Eveline was acting, and she was starting to wonder if her fellow classmate also had a fear of heights, just like her. Bella was starting to wonder if she was wrong, though, and muttered, "Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything. Sorry!"
Upon Eveline's remark of her last name, Bella gave a soft smile. "Wait...Ashcombe...I think I heard your last name before when my parents took me to shop for potions. My mother is pureblood, and my father is muggleborn. So I'm halfblood, but I took my father's muggle last name. Personally, I don't really think being pureblood or muggleborn should separate people, but what about you?
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
Bella watched, concerned, as the other girl, who's name was Eveline, opened her eyes, then closed her eyes again as she glanced at the ground. She explained to Bella that gripping the broom that way was a strategy, which Bella couldn't help but comment on.
"That's new! I never heard of that technique before, but my parents always told me to grip the broom lightly and treat the broom politely! They said that if I do that, the broom will react better to the rider's movements," she gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Was that rude? I'm sure your technique works well, too! And who am I to doubt the quidditch players?"
Bella flew closer to the ground, but still stayed in the air, as Eveline landed on the ground. She seemed very relieved to have her feet on the ground again. Eveline started to talk quite defensively at how the broom was defective and unstable, and Bella was taken aback.
"Umm...do you want to switch brooms with me? I think mine is fine, if a little on the used side! And...it really is okay if you are scared of heights. I'm too," she whispered the last part really quietly and quickly, in case she made a mistake. She had taken mental notes on the way Eveline was acting, and she was starting to wonder if her fellow classmate also had a fear of heights, just like her. Bella was starting to wonder if she was wrong, though, and muttered, "Never mind. Pretend I didn't say anything. Sorry!"
Upon Eveline's remark of her last name, Bella gave a soft smile. "Wait...Ashcombe...I think I heard your last name before when my parents took me to shop for potions. My mother is pureblood, and my father is muggleborn. So I'm halfblood, but I took my father's muggle last name. Personally, I don't really think being pureblood or muggleborn should separate people, but what about you?
"At the end of the dark tunnel is a light, so reach forward and feel the sun" - Bella Light
Soaring (Not So) High
Word Count: 520
| Date: September, 2026 | Time: Afternoon | Location: Flying Field, Hogwarts| Participation: OPEN |
| Mentions: @Bella Light | @Atlas Woodrow | @Eveline Ashcombe |
| Song: Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |
𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜’𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎—𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜—𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢.
“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢?” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. “𝙽𝚢𝚡 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖—𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?”
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚉𝚎𝚟, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙵𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚇𝚒𝚘. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛—𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. “𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗?” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍. “𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑, 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. “𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.”
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎. “𝙾𝚑! 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. “𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜?!” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊.
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Soaring (Not So) High
When: September, after Flying Year 1, Lesson 1
Eveline's eyes hardened at Bella's insinuation that she, daughter and heiress of Cassian and Seraphine Ashcombe, could possibly be afraid of anything. Even flying on a stupid wooden death-stick. But her smile was pleasant, even if it didn't quite reach her eyes. She ignored the comment and stuck to familiar territory.
Her eyes caught on a particularly interesting pair in class - Ravenclaw, if their uniforms were any indication. The girl seemed entirely too comfortable considering she was sitting on a broom that looked as if it was going to grow a mind and buck her off in an instant. The boy, though Eveline didn't know for sure, distracted as she was by her own death-causing bundle of bristles on a wooden stick, seemed to be just as hesitant to fly as she was. At least he had proper sense.
"Yes, you probably have seen my family name. Most have. And, no, I don't believe we should be separated. I think those with privileged blood have a duty to teach and encourage those with fewer advanta-" Eveline stopped speaking abruptly as the pair called after Bella. Loudly. Well, the girl was loud, at any rate.
You know these two?" Eveline asked, and it took significantly more work than usual to keep her face calm. She didn't dislike Xio, but the Ravenclaw girl reminded Eveline of Kerfuffle. Not in looks, of course. She wasn't ugly. But she was noisy and seemed to have a rather large personality, at first glance.
@Bella Light
@Xio Arcana
@Atlas Woodrow
Soaring (Not So) High
Dialogue, Thoughts
IC date: September 7th 2026
Location: Hogwarts Grounds, Flying
Time: Afternoon
Mentioning: @Xio Arcana, @Bella Light, @Eveline AshcombeWord Count: 372Oh, what had he gotten himself into? If only he hadn't let his distrust in the rickety brooms show on his face, he wouldn't have been dragged against his will to the flying field, especially when he'd very much prefer to be finishing homework. Thanks a lot, Xio.
It had been what, hardly a week since he'd been here? He still flinched at the shifting staircases and statues, so there was no reason he'd be flying on something meant to sweep the floors. Of course, the kids who'd lived their entire lives in the whimsical world of witches and wizards would never understand. One of those kids was a not-so-fellow Ravenclaw girl who went by "Xio". He'd imagined it was short for "Xiomara", but the girl was loud and boisterous, and she would have said "Xiomara" if her full name wasn't just "Xio".
There was nothing wrong with her name, but there were plenty of things wrong with her. He'd go in detail about that later, though.
Right now, Atlas stood on a stretch of grass, eyes following Xio as she mounted the broom with a familiarity that must translate into years of prior experience. He felt... bitter... not that he was jealous- that would be pointless. He had lived a mundane life up until Hogwarts after all.
Still, trusting his life with a wooden stick and some bristles was less than desirable, but completely mandatory in Xio's presence. He was not getting out of this even if he sprinted for the tree line right this moment. His new "friend" could probably fly faster anyway. Plus, there were other students around, and he'd be socially executed by breakfast if he were such a coward.
Atlas' eyes fixated on two girls, both Slytherin judging by the robes. The two were mounted on their brooms, but the one who went by "Bella" was hovering slightly above the ground while the other's feet were planted firmly. Xio had waved to Bella while leaning dangerously backwards, almost prompting Atlas to warn her. Almost because not only would she not listen, but a fall might bring her confidence down to a healthier level. He was simply doing what was best for the girl in the long run.
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Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 2 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 9 | Accuracy: 6
Impartial | Y2 Ability | Y3 Ability
Soaring (Not So) High
Word Count: 410
| Date: September, 2026 | Time: Afternoon | Location: Flying Field, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Bella Light | @Atlas Woodrow | @Eveline Ashcombe |
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𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.
“𝙲’𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚗,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍. “𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖? 𝙰 𝚕𝚎𝚐?” 𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙. “𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝!”
𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.
“𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 *𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎* 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝙸 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.”
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏. “𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍…”
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.
“𝚂𝚎𝚎?” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝. “𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.”
OOC Notes: I hope you don't mind us crashing Eveline
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"You look like you need some Pixy Stixs! Want one?"
Soaring (Not So) High
WC: 214
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe, @Xio Arcana, @Atlas Woodrow
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
Bella waved and yelled, "Hiii XIO!!!!" She turned to Eveline and smiled.
"Yeah, the girl who called my name is my first and closest friend at Hogwarts, Xio Arcana. I'm not sure who the boy is, but probably her friend," Bella explained.
"I'm not taking extra lessons. I just stayed late to talk to my friend/acquaintance/classmate Eveline. Eveline, this is Xio and --" Bella turned to the boy and waved, "What's your name? I'm Bella Light, first year Slytherin, nice to meet you! And this is Eveline Ashcombe."
Bella watched as Xio taught -- and showed -- the boy about the broom before turning back to Eveline.
"Well, would you like to go on the broom and fly for a bit? Like obviously not very high, just a bit above the -- ahh!" Bella yelled, jumping up. She forgot that she was on a broom and half-jumped, half-toppled over. "I'm okay. Sorry. Eveline? There's a rattlesnake. Near your feet. And I know I'm a Slytherin, but my parents taught me how poisonous they are, so just a reflex. Anyways, back to my question. Would you like to just enjoy the wind? Or we can just talk!"
Bella looked at Eveline, then turned to look at Xio and the boy.
Mentions: @Eveline Ashcombe, @Xio Arcana, @Atlas Woodrow
OPEN TO INTERACTIONS
Bella waved and yelled, "Hiii XIO!!!!" She turned to Eveline and smiled.
"Yeah, the girl who called my name is my first and closest friend at Hogwarts, Xio Arcana. I'm not sure who the boy is, but probably her friend," Bella explained.
"I'm not taking extra lessons. I just stayed late to talk to my friend/acquaintance/classmate Eveline. Eveline, this is Xio and --" Bella turned to the boy and waved, "What's your name? I'm Bella Light, first year Slytherin, nice to meet you! And this is Eveline Ashcombe."
Bella watched as Xio taught -- and showed -- the boy about the broom before turning back to Eveline.
"Well, would you like to go on the broom and fly for a bit? Like obviously not very high, just a bit above the -- ahh!" Bella yelled, jumping up. She forgot that she was on a broom and half-jumped, half-toppled over. "I'm okay. Sorry. Eveline? There's a rattlesnake. Near your feet. And I know I'm a Slytherin, but my parents taught me how poisonous they are, so just a reflex. Anyways, back to my question. Would you like to just enjoy the wind? Or we can just talk!"
Bella looked at Eveline, then turned to look at Xio and the boy.
"At the end of the dark tunnel is a light, so reach forward and feel the sun" - Bella Light