10 Jul 2022, 16:53
quintessential friendship
5th August
Aurelia was in the skies once again. With the tournaments nearing, both the broom racing and quidditch, it probably was not the smartest decision to loiter feet above the ground around an area where dozens to a hundred of young sportsmen on brooms were training intensively towards their own desired victory. Yet having grown so dependent on her form, of course, the Eurasian Eagle owl just had to stretch her large, massive wings.
Initially, she had thought it was a wiser option to stick to the circumference of the pitch than within it, but even then, everywhere she flew were students on brooms scattered about. This which she ably swerved away to avoid any collision. About to put a wrap to her flight at fifteen minutes, she scanned the level below, cautious not to lower herself onto any unsuspecting individual, especially those ruckuses of pubescent boys who thought casting a knockback jinx at an owl would be funny. But with her golden eyes not ahead, it seemed someone found it just the right time to fly into the unsuspecting owl at full force on their broom.
Surprisingly, it was not her that was thrown off course by the momentum, but rather the person on the broom that really, evidently had not the competence to be riding a broom in the first place. the owl had barely a second to register the falling girl before morphing back human, belly flat on the broom now without its original occupant. "Alarte ascendare!" The incantation left her lips with each syllabus spoken in increasing panic. In an effort to save the girl from the fall.
Aurelia was in the skies once again. With the tournaments nearing, both the broom racing and quidditch, it probably was not the smartest decision to loiter feet above the ground around an area where dozens to a hundred of young sportsmen on brooms were training intensively towards their own desired victory. Yet having grown so dependent on her form, of course, the Eurasian Eagle owl just had to stretch her large, massive wings.
Initially, she had thought it was a wiser option to stick to the circumference of the pitch than within it, but even then, everywhere she flew were students on brooms scattered about. This which she ably swerved away to avoid any collision. About to put a wrap to her flight at fifteen minutes, she scanned the level below, cautious not to lower herself onto any unsuspecting individual, especially those ruckuses of pubescent boys who thought casting a knockback jinx at an owl would be funny. But with her golden eyes not ahead, it seemed someone found it just the right time to fly into the unsuspecting owl at full force on their broom.
Surprisingly, it was not her that was thrown off course by the momentum, but rather the person on the broom that really, evidently had not the competence to be riding a broom in the first place. the owl had barely a second to register the falling girl before morphing back human, belly flat on the broom now without its original occupant. "Alarte ascendare!" The incantation left her lips with each syllabus spoken in increasing panic. In an effort to save the girl from the fall.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
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