9 Oct 2019, 18:26
Excitement: A Pounding of a Pulse
“For several moments, Mary couldn't hear anything over the violent pounding of her pulse.”
― Y.S. Lee, A Spy in the House
Ruthie couldn't believe it. Especially when she considered her unfortunate marks in Transfiguration, it seemed so unlikely that she would have come out with high house points, high enough to win a broom in last month's competition. But once she got past that that level of denial, she could feel the excitement flood her cheeks. Flying had been one of her best and favorite subjects so dar, and more than that, she had managed to snag a place on the house Quidditch team--hardly a common feat as a first year. But in that first game against Gryffindor, she knew the school broom she flew put her at a disadvantage. Her peers with brooms of their own seemed to have both skill and confidence she could only hope to achieve. Until now.
The Comet stayed firmly by her bedside, but today the view from the tower was spectacular and she was excited to see take it out for the afternoon and see what it could do. In a aqua marine hoodie and a pair of blue jeans she strolled down to the pitch, hoping it would be empty. (She didn't want to risk dirtying her uniform on anything that wasn't an official match.) From the looks of it on that Sunday afternoon, it didn't seem busy at all.
Out onto the pitch, it seemed so much smaller now from the ground. Maybe it was because she could see individual blades of grass instead of one great green blob. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, she propped up the broomstick onto her lap and ran her fingers along the handle. A Comet 180. It might not have been the fastest and certainly not the newest, but it was sturdy and it had lived out its years well. She felt confident it would help her do well. Leaning against the backboard, she traced the lettering at the top of the handle. How surreal it all felt for this to be hers. While she intended to come out her for a test flight, for the moment, she was content to just sit with the broom in her lap and the wicked pounding of her pulse. She needed to accept, in her heart, that this was real and she was, hopefully, on the path to becoming a great Quidditch player.
Tag: @Leo Ashton
Ruth Iona Greer
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6 | Ability: Sixth Sense
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29 Oct 2019, 07:18
Excitement: A Pounding of a Pulse
The feeling of this being a dream had finally vanished. Leo had spent the first month at Hogwarts in awe. Every little bit about the school, the students, even the classes had excited him, one way or another. Out of all the classes he was taking, Charms and Flying had to be his most favourite by far. He’d spent the previous night reading and revising his Charms homework, only to have completed less than half by the time it was almost midnight. He’d found himself practising his spell casting more than actually doing his homework.
Leo took it upon himself to try and explore every aspect of the castle. He’d already been to the Great Lake a few times. It was becoming his favourite spot to be alone with his thoughts. In saying so, he still had much to explore. Leo had spent the morning with a few of his classmates in the Gryffindor Common Room, learning how to play Wizard’s Chess. It was most extraordinary! Surprisingly, the moving chess pieces didn’t surprise Leo at all. It was as if he’d seen it all. After the game, Leo walked over to the window on the far side of the room, admiring the beautiful Sunday afternoon. There were a few small clouds in the light blue sky, but the sun was shining brighter than ever. Maybe he’d go for a walk and see where he’d end up today.
The air was fresh and warm. Leo walked around the school grounds, his hands in his jeans pockets. He wore a dark grey t-shirt with a plaid red shirt over it. There was a slight breeze in the hair, moving some of his hair out of his eyes as he walked. He stopped for a moment, the Quidditch pitch in front of him. He admired how large it was before making his way onto the pitch. The pitch was almost empty, a few students here and there. Leo slowed his pace as his eyes moved up the goal rings before turning on his heel to admire the posts. There were many of them, each wrapped in the house colours. He smiled to himself, taking a few steps back. His lowered his gaze to watch the other students. He noticed the first year with a broom, sitting on the pitch. While he didn’t know the girl personally, Leo had definitely seen this girl around the school.
Taking his hands out of his pockets, Leo quickly ran his fingers through his fridge, moving the hair out of his eyes. He walked over to the girl, a small smile on his face. Before ‘hello’ could come out, Leo’s eyes widened at the sight of the broom. “That’s a nice looking broom.” He said instead, admiring the fine details on it. He’d never seen a broom like this one. He was used to the basic ones they used in Flying class. “Sorry, I’m Leo.” He smiled, scratching the back of his head gently. While admiring his broom, he’d forgotten to actually introduce himself. Maybe the girl wouldn’t think poorly of his bad manners.
Leo took it upon himself to try and explore every aspect of the castle. He’d already been to the Great Lake a few times. It was becoming his favourite spot to be alone with his thoughts. In saying so, he still had much to explore. Leo had spent the morning with a few of his classmates in the Gryffindor Common Room, learning how to play Wizard’s Chess. It was most extraordinary! Surprisingly, the moving chess pieces didn’t surprise Leo at all. It was as if he’d seen it all. After the game, Leo walked over to the window on the far side of the room, admiring the beautiful Sunday afternoon. There were a few small clouds in the light blue sky, but the sun was shining brighter than ever. Maybe he’d go for a walk and see where he’d end up today.
The air was fresh and warm. Leo walked around the school grounds, his hands in his jeans pockets. He wore a dark grey t-shirt with a plaid red shirt over it. There was a slight breeze in the hair, moving some of his hair out of his eyes as he walked. He stopped for a moment, the Quidditch pitch in front of him. He admired how large it was before making his way onto the pitch. The pitch was almost empty, a few students here and there. Leo slowed his pace as his eyes moved up the goal rings before turning on his heel to admire the posts. There were many of them, each wrapped in the house colours. He smiled to himself, taking a few steps back. His lowered his gaze to watch the other students. He noticed the first year with a broom, sitting on the pitch. While he didn’t know the girl personally, Leo had definitely seen this girl around the school.
Taking his hands out of his pockets, Leo quickly ran his fingers through his fridge, moving the hair out of his eyes. He walked over to the girl, a small smile on his face. Before ‘hello’ could come out, Leo’s eyes widened at the sight of the broom. “That’s a nice looking broom.” He said instead, admiring the fine details on it. He’d never seen a broom like this one. He was used to the basic ones they used in Flying class. “Sorry, I’m Leo.” He smiled, scratching the back of his head gently. While admiring his broom, he’d forgotten to actually introduce himself. Maybe the girl wouldn’t think poorly of his bad manners.
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@Ruthie Greer
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