Sorrel Craven
May 02, 2005 4:45 PM
Flying solo by Sorrel Craven
Sorrel fanned herself with a hand as she wandered onto the pitch after classes. She knew this place was a desert, but it seemed ridiculous. She was sure it hadn't been this hot this time last year. Seeing as she didn't have a clue where you could get an ice lolly in this place, she was doing the next best things she could to keep cool. Her mouse brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail off her neck, and she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, pulled on without the slightest bit of self consciousness over unshaven legs. Sorrel was, to say the least, not exactly into her appearance, or any of that posturing stuff that other girls seemed to begin experimenting with around her age.She mounted her broom and kicked off, knowing that she'd be sweating like a pig when she finished, and that rigorous exercise was not the best way to cool down, but also knowing that it would feel cool while she was flying, with the air being forced to rush past her. She could also take a nice cold shower after she was done flying.
She circled around the perimetre of the pitch a couple of times, getting back into the feel of having that much space to fly in. Once she was warmed up, she began more complex moves, weaving in and out of the goal posts as she went past them, flying one handed with the other behind her back... After a while, she slowed, wiping her sweat-soaked hair back from her forehead and taking a few deep breaths of the thick, humid air. Going at a slower speed meant the pitch below was no longer a total blur. And it didn't take a Seeker's eyes to notice she was no longer alone...\n\n
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