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Dec 30, 2007 1:10:02 GMT
Post by Hayley McMicken on Dec 30, 2007 1:10:02 GMT
I walked out onto the pitch with one of the school's brooms held firmly in my head. I was going to take Shelby's advice, and try out flying. Of course genius me forgot to pay much attention during quidditch lessons in first year. I mounted my broom wondering what to do next.
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Jan 3, 2008 14:54:04 GMT
Post by Esme Janis on Jan 3, 2008 14:54:04 GMT
Esme lounged idly in the stands, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. She watched as a girl walked out onto the pitch, recognising her vaguely as someone in the year below her.
She knew she was a Ravenclaw by her robes, which didn't set her at ease much. She had little problem with her own house, but she wasn't much fond of the others.
A slight sneer crossed her mouth as she watched her just stand, having mounted the broom. Inexperienced, apparently. Which ought to be amusing when she did get round to taking off.
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Jan 3, 2008 23:38:22 GMT
Post by Hayley McMicken on Jan 3, 2008 23:38:22 GMT
'Please don't let anyone be watching.' I prayed silently before kicking off. I hovered in the air for a moment, before crashing back down. I guess you can't be good at every subject. The moment I was hovering in the air, I realized some girl was in the stands. I frowned slightly.
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