Continued From the Common Room... Tag - Renaye on Quidditch Pitch

Zane Cooper

February 16, 2008 12:29 PM

Continued From the Common Room... Tag - Renaye by Zane Cooper

Zane found himself tightening his flying gloves around his hands as he approached the Pitch. To anyone else they would appear purple in color, but his deuteranopic brown eyes saw what a person with normal eye sight might define as a grayish-blue. His older brother had warned him against the color, but Zane was feeling especially stubborn that day. Besides, it was frustrating to have to be told which outfits matched and which ones didn't all of the time. His mother had even gone so far as to label all of his clothes, so that he wouldn't have too much trouble while he was at Sonora. Sometimes, Law even came into the dorm to check up on him in the mornings. Not that Law was any sort of fashion critic, but he could at least tell Zane when a particular outfit was completely ridiculous.

"Small detour," Zane called out to Renaye, a slight blush on his face. The brown-eyed boy felt ridiculous, having to pick out some used broom from the broom closet. In truth, they were probably of similar caliber as his broom back home. But it was still equally as embarrassing not to have been allowed to take that mediocre broom to school with him as it would have been to have been forced to leave a high-end broom at home. After all, what self-respecting kid actually borrowed a school broom?

The curly-haired boy spent nearly five minutes deliberating, trying to find the broom with the shiniest handle and the sleekest tail. He finally settled for a Nimbus that looked as if its handle could use a good polish, though everything else seemed alright. The eleven year-old balanced the broom in his hands - yep, weight distribution seemed alright. Or at least, he thought so. Zane knew a lot about brooms, but still, he was far from an expert.

Zane closed the door to the broom closet behind him, walking over to where Renaye was. He wore what might qualify as an arrogant smile upon his face so as to mask the humiliation he felt for having to borrow a broom, joking, "So you think you can keep up?"

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Renaye Warren

February 16, 2008 1:51 PM

Ready to go? by Renaye Warren

Renaye held onto her beloved broom as the two made their way towards the Pitch. Zane would have to borrow a broom from the supply. They reached the pitch when he called out, "Small detour," and headed to get a broom. Renaye stood on the Pitch, looking all around at the magnificent view from the field. The stands surrounded her and the grass of the Pitch seemed to glow with its greenish glory. It may not have looked that great to another person, but Raye had gone way too long without stepping foot on a Quidditch Pitch. She had seen the games, but those were more torture events, watching others fly, than entertaining. She felt her broom tremble in her hand (or it may have just been her hand) at the anticipation of being in the air. She had actually forgotten for a moment that Zane was close by, picking out a broom.

Renaye tore her green eyes from the goal posts and grinned as Zane walked back over to her, a grin on his face too. The difference was, his smile implied that he was about to wreck her at her own game. Please...

"So you think you can keep up?"

Renaye shot a devilish smile his way as she mounted her Avalanche and kicked off into the air, her blonde hair combed by the wind. She couldn't help the huge smile that spread across her face and she took a deep breath of the sweet air that can only be had when one is flying. She turned her head back to look at Zane and shouted back,

"I'll go easy on you."

Turning back towards the Pitch, she dived, the cool air zipping by. She pulled upwards, circling the hoops, daring Zane to keep up. She knew she was no beginner at this, but it was fun to have a different challenger than Josh or Irene. Her broom seemed to be handling better than ever after then time out of the air. It turned and dove so easily it gave her the feeling that she was invincible.

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Zane

February 17, 2008 12:15 AM

Would it be too cliche to say that I was born ready? by Zane

Zane laughed as Renaye zoomed off running as he mounted the broom and then kicked off of the ground. As he left the earth, it was as if he was leaving a different person behind with it. Gone were the short kid, the sometimes overlooked middle child, and the (partially) color-blind boy. Forgotten were all of the Poors and Trolls given on homework assignments, and the fact that he wasn’t flying on a broom of his very own. Nobody wished he were as kind and generous as Law, nor as intelligent and jocular as Ronan, nor as creative and resourceful as Ted. He was in the air now, and really, that was all that mattered. There was no reason for anyone to pity him anymore, and all the more reason to praise him.

Zane was no natural athlete. In all actuality, he was fairly mediocre at most sports that took place on the ground. But there was something about brooms and the Oregonian that just seemed to click. When he was younger, he’d acclimated to flying with greater ease than he had to walking. He liked to think that it had always been his destiny to fly. Law liked to think that Zane was being just a tad melodramatic.

While he didn’t have much trouble keeping up with Renaye, but it was a simple fact that his borrowed broom was no match for Renaye’s Avalanche. It couldn’t reach the same speeds, or make the same turns as the newer broom could. But Zane ignored all of this, flying as fast as the broom would allow for him to go. He leaned forward, imagining that he was merging with the broom. That it was not a boy on a broom in the air, but a single entity, flying all on its own. And the more he imagined this, the more it appeared to be true. The boy seemed so acclimated to being in the air that it seemed a mistake that any such creature had been born on the ground.

The boy could almost here Law’s laughter in his head, mocking what he called Zane’s single-mindedness. The boy shook it off. Clearly his brother knew nothing of the true meaning of dedication.

“That the best you’ve got?” he called out to Renaye, challenging her. He had not been on a broom in ages, and was quite eager for a challenge.

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Renaye

February 18, 2008 9:33 PM

I'd have to go with yes. by Renaye

“That the best you’ve got?” Zane called over the rushing wind. Renaye grinned back at him, happiness spreading over her face. She loved this. The challenge of it. The thrill of an empty pitch where two friends could just fly raced through her veins. She let out a laugh, putting across how deeply mistaken he was.

"You wish!" She called back. Renaye turned her broom sharply to the side, resulting in an about-face. Kicking her broom to speed, she sped towards Zane, rushing by. As she passed threw out a hand, messing the windblown curls on his head. She knew it wouldn't matter. Both heads of hair, both blonde and dark, were untidy, but she liked to think of it as a return to his challenge. Bring it on. Renaye pulled the handle of her broom upwards, speeding towards the clouds, turning as she went. Straightening out where she was just above the height of the goal posts, Raye raced to the opposite end of the Pitch. She threw a bright smile over her shoulder displaying the fun she was having, at the same time saying, 'Please, try to keep up.' She had to admit, Zane wasn't kidding when he said he was a great flyer. She would just have to show him who owned the fields around here: The Warren twins, thank you very much. And this twin was grateful to finally, finally, be back in the air she loved so much.

Renaye was aware that she wasn't presenting much of a challenge at the moment. She knew she had the broom, and the skill, to pull off some different tricks. Getting an idea, Raye kicked her broom to speed and spred towards the goal posts, zigzaging her way there. She was only feet away from the hoops before she flattened herself out on her broom, shooting through the hoop and going straigt into a dive. Renaye knew of people who had to really train to be able to do the simplest of dives. However, Raye found that anything involving a broom came easily. Anything involing a bludger and a bat, even better.

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Zane

February 22, 2008 4:16 PM

Then I won't say it, then by Zane

Zane grinned. There was nothing particularly original about what they were doing, certainly he’d raced on brooms with friends and dealt out similar taunts before. But perhaps it was the familiarity of the thing that also made it so wonderful.

Surprised when she touched his hair, he shook his head from side to side, knowing that the ball of frizz his hair would soon become was inevitable. Perhaps he ought to listen to his mother and cut it, but he always thought that the way his hair looked after flying was quite entertaining. Besides, it wasn’t as if it got in his way or anything inconvenient like that. His mother was just upset that he’d often come home looking as if tumbleweed had decided to take up residence atop his head. Said something about it being embarrassing in front of company.

Flattening himself out on his broom, he followed his friend at full speed. Feeling especially mature today, he stuck his tongue out at Renaye when she turned to look back at him. Glaring at the back of the blond girl’s head with the utmost concentration, quickly guiding his broom into a Wollongong shimmy. He always found the move to be somewhat annoying to do, but it was excellent at throwing off an opponent, which seemed to be Renaye’s goal. He saw her do a dive and raised an eyebrow. Was that really supposed to scare him? The boy was certain he’d informed at least one of the Warren twins that back home he played mostly seeker, though occasionally he did switch over to chaser when necessary. The boy had played lots of pick up games back home, games that had required for him to learn how to dive. It hadn’t scared him too much then, and it wouldn’t scare him now.

Trying to outdo his friend, he did a sharp twist as he went through the same hoop as she had. With full control of the broom, he spiraled as he made the dive, purely for the sake of being flashy. Pulling out of the dive when he was only a couple of yards off the ground, he hung upside down off the broom, gripping tightly with both hands and feet as he grinned up at Renaye, daring her to pull a more complex move.

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Raye

February 24, 2008 6:08 PM

Too late. It's been said. by Raye

Okay, so it was now official: Prolonged distance from a broom made the next flying trip so much more enjoyable! The thing is, you have to have the right people around to enjoy that moment to its fullest potenial. Renaye looked over her shoulder and there was Zane, right behind her. Crap... Her gave her that challenging look again and Renaye rolled her eyes in his direction. What could she do to really throw him off? She could do the Wronski Feint... Or better! She thought with a stoke of inspiration. Renaye turned up, racing aginst the wind. She leveled out at a decent height, never slowing her speed. She went back towards the goal posts, diving to the bottom and then sloleming in between the posts. However, at the last post, she turned her broom slightly, hitting the tail against the post, sending her spiraling down. Raye let go of her broom, rolling onto the grassy pitch.

She lay on the grass, eyes closed. If this worked, great. Then she would have successfully Warren Feinted (which would need a better name later). If not... Okay, so she hadn't thought that out yet. Renaye had simply acted on the impulse. This usually worked out when she was playing. Renaye was a beater, so it didn't require so much strategy. The most she needed to do was be in-sync with Josh, knowing what was going on. They were pretty good at that usually. Thinking about playing, really playing, was kind of bringing her down at the moment. Flying was great, but she was itching to pick up a bat...

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