Coach Pierce
November 04, 2011 12:32 PM
Flying Lessons for First Years by Coach Pierce
In her 'Quidditch Coach' hat, Amelia Pierce was only responsible for teaching one class: Flying Lessons, which was given only to first years (though older students could attend if they wanted to and signed up in advance). It was generally a popular class among the kids because there were no homework assignments or tests, and half the class was allowed to play broom tag or a pick-up game of Quidditch for most of it while the true beginners were given basic lessons. The rest were only expected to participate to the best of their ability.As long as everyone spent the entire period sitting on a broom in the air and at least attempting to do as instructed, they passed. It was not a difficult class by any stretch of the imagination. The final exam was flying from one end of the pitch to the other and back without crashing. That got an A. If they could do in under ten minutes it was an E. Under five earned an O. Most kids earned Es and Os in her class.
"Hello," she greeted her new class of first years once they seemed to have stopped trickling in. She allowed for 'getting lost time' the first week, but she'd dock points for poor punctuality later. She was Head of Crotalus and the Deputy Headmistress; it was practically in her job description to be a stickler for rules. "My name is Coach Pierce. I will be your flying instructor this year."
"Now, I know most of you will not view this as a 'real' class, but I can and will take House Points and assign detention if I catch any of you messing around, and I will catch you if you do. I expect you to show up on time. I expect you to behave and show each other respect. I will not tolerate insults or taunting of any form. I expect everyone to try their best."
Unlike the years prior to Valerie Lennox, she did not assert that there would be no exceptions because sometimes there apparently were good medical reasons for some students not to participate. Those students would be seen to on a case by case basis.
There was one reason she would hear nothing about, no matter how much some of the Board of Governors howled. "For those of you with parents who support WAIL, I assure you, they will not disown you for hovering on a broom and flying across the pitch for one hour, once a week, for one year."
She took a breath, and used the short pause to look around the group to make sure they were still listening. "That said, I am aware some of you already know how to fly. I offer those students the priviledge of forgoing the basic lessons and doing whatever you like so long as you are on your broom and flying for the duration of the lesson. I have Quaffles and other muggle varieties of balls available for your use. Later, once I know I can trust you, I'll allow bludgers and Snitches. If you need anything else, let me know and I'll see what I can do."
She waited a moment to let them try to imagine what other equipment they might need for more creative flying games, then added, "Just remember, this is a priviledge and if I have any problems with you fighting amongst yourselves or interferring with my lessons, you will all be down here hovering five feet over the ground with the beginners."
With that threat leveled, she expected not to have any problems with the experienced kids (in point of fact, she had not yet had to follow through with it in six years and hoped she never would). "Now I'm going to call roll, and then anyone who feels they do not need basic instruction may go play. Please raise your hand and say 'here' when I call your name. Bauer, Alicia." She went through the list, giving 'Pierce, Thaddeus' no more emphasis than any other name since she didn't want to embarrass him, and marking attendance. "Okay, that's it. If I didn't call your name, let me know. Experienced fliers, you may take to the air. School brooms are over there, if you don't have your own."
She gave a few seconds for unnamed students to make themselves known and for the fliers to get out of the way. She did note that her brother was among them, which was only right, though honestly she would have personally liked it better if he had stayed.
"Everyone else, line up here." Her wand flicked out and a white line appeared in the grass. "If you have your own broom put it down beside you. To your right if you're right-handed, to your left if you're left-handed. Everyone else, just stand in front of the line."
Once they did that, Amelia started distributing brooms to those who didn't have one yet. "Put it to your right if you're right-handed, to the left if you're left-handed," she repeated as she moved down the line. Once they all had brooms beside them, she instructed, "Now hold your wand hand out over your broom, like this," she stepped over her own broom, lying in the grass, so that it was to her right. She held out her right hand over it. "Palm down. Now, in a firm voice, like if you're ordering a dog to sit, tell it to come to your hand by saying 'up' - Up!" she said, louder, in demonstration, and her broom leapt up directly into her hand.
"I'd like you all to try that. You may need to try it a couple of times to get it to work. Once it's in your hand, just swing one leg over it like this," she demonstrated climbing onto the broom, "and just hover there for a bit. Try to keep steady and not drift too much. Raise your hand if you have a question or a problem. Barring too many of those, I'll show you how to manuever once everybody gets into a hover."
OOC: Hello and welcome to Sonora. Your character earns points for their House by participating in classes, so be sure to follow the posting rules. Long quality posts earn the most points. Have fun!
Subthreads: ... by Angel Shield - Teppenpaw with Waverly Canterbury - Pecari!, Angel
I don't try my best, I do my best by Theresa Carey, Pecari with Jade Owen, Theresa
I’m not afraid of heights by Gareth Whitebriar - Crotalus with Thaddeus Pierce II, Cepheus Princeton - Crotalus, Gareth, Cepheus Princeton
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, this one. by Shiloh Romano with Jorge Garcia (Pecari), Shiloh Romano (Crotalus)
Not really my thing. by Evan Brockert with Henny B-F-R
Decisions, decisions.... by Alicia Bauer, Aladren
Not so bad. by Arabella Brockert, Pecari with Alexandra Deveraux, Crotalus
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Angel Shield - Teppenpaw
November 05, 2011 1:59 PM
... by Angel Shield - Teppenpaw
Just as his Perfect predicted during the opening feast, the first years were required to gather for flying lessons. The soft prickle of grass on the soles of his feet was pleasant, and more interesting than carpet, stone, or wood. Pale toes curled lightly in the green blades as Angel listened to the instructions given by Coach Pierce. A delicate ghostly hand rose and Angel murmured a soft “Here” when his name was called. Many of the other Purebloods took her invitation to forgo instruction and move straight into flying. Angel remained behind with those who required further guidance in the matter.He stood broomless and waited as the Coach moved down the line handing out school brooms. The young albino didn’t look up when she stopped in front of him, dark glasses hid his crimson gaze but still didn’t erase his discomfort with looking at people. Carefully he reached out and took the broom before placing it on the grass to his right. He shifted uneasily as he stood again, uncertain about the next step.
Biting his fingernail as his fellow students all started chanting the word UP, Angel stared down at the broom. Hesitantly he shifted his right hand away from him so that it hung listlessly above the broom. “up?” The softly spoken word was lost in the loud voices of his peers, and the broom didn’t so much as twitch at the weak command. “up?” Still nothing. He’d wondered why they were required to take this class for the duration of the year. Seeing his indifferent broom refusing to do more than lay in the grass Angel realized it might take the full year for him to get it to obey him.
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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari!
November 05, 2011 4:45 PM
So the fairy tales <i>are</i> true! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari!
Waverly was a little scared for the flying lessons. She had never even used a broom for sweeping before. She wasn't sure if her mom even had a real broom. But when she went to the Quidditch pitch (after asking for directions), she found that the brooms that she had in mind were not the same as magical brooms. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. She smiled a little though. She remembered the fairy tales her mom had read to her. Witches on brooms, just like on TV! She was a real witch now, but not an evil witch. Thank goodness. It was nice to know not all of the fairy tales were true.Waverly looked around at her peers. It looked like she wasn't the only one who hadn't flown before. She answered roll call with a cheerful, "Present!" and proceeded to listen with attentive ears to what was to come next. She was a little jealous of those who already knew how to fly. She felt like she had missed out on a childhood with magic. But still! She was magical! Waverly still had to get used to that.
When the group split, she stood with the people who were new at this magic stuff, and then when she got a broom, she felt a little silly at putting it down. She was left-handed, so put it on her left side. She cleared her throat and then called, "Up!" Nothing happened, and Waverly immediately felt foolish. Did she think she had the force or something? But she supposedly magical, so Waverly said, "Up!" The doubt in her mind probably didn't help, but Waverly couldn't help it. She looked at her neighbor who seemed to be having trouble too.
"I can't seem to get my broom up either," Waverly said to him. "You probably have to say it louder to the broom, but I don't know what else to do. Does the broom listen to you? Do they have ears?" She furrowed her brows for a moment, before she realized she was being rude. "Oh, sorry!" A bright smile encompassed her face. "I'm Waverly. It's nice to meet you! I'm new to this whole magic thing, so I have no clue what to do."
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Waverly Canterbury - Pecari!
So the fairy tales <i>are</i> true!
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Angel
November 06, 2011 12:59 PM
… by Angel
Laughter and shouting mingled with the various chants of up as the students who knew what they were doing took off to play, and the students who didn’t attempted to get off the ground. A subtle glance down the line showed varying degrees of success on at this project. Some of the students had very little difficulty getting the brooms to obey them. Others, including the girl next to him met with the same trouble he was having, where to broom failed to respond at all.A few more hesitant whispers of up were interrupted by the girl next to him suddenly speaking. He was unaware of the state of ears on brooms, but a quick scrutinizing glance revealed nothing external. Keeping his gaze on the broom Angel said softly “Angel Shield.” to her rather abrupt introduction.
Her next sentence caused Angel to glance fully at her before dropping his crimson gaze. He’d never seen a muggleborn before, and surprisingly she looked like any other witch he’d observed so far. There was nothing to mark her as different that he could see. Perhaps it was like color? Something that other people could differentiate, but that continued to elude him. Deciding to attempt her advice he said in a louder tone “Up?” still the broom remained indifferent. “Broken?” He asked quietly, perhaps that was the problem. Maybe the charms that made the brooms function had degraded.
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Waverly
November 06, 2011 3:25 PM
Don't you speak much? by Waverly
Waverly had to lean forward a little to hear his name, but she caught it thankfully without having to ask for it again. He was shy, that was for sure. Waverly liked shy people. She was glad when he took her advice, and then said, "Broken?" like a child. Waverly felt suddenly like the big sister she was and shook her head. "I don't think they're broken." She remembered the Coach's advice and cleared her throat. She had to use her queenly commanding voice."I order you up!" she told the broom, her left hand hovering over it. The broom promptly rolled over, startling Waverly slightly. She was irritated. She saw her peers flying already and wanted to do the same. "Coach Pierce said to command it," Waverly told her new friend, "so I guess we have to do that." It would be easier for her to help him if she could help herself.
Waverly glared angrily at the broom then and clenched her hand once before ordering the broom again. "UP!" she commanded in her queenly voice, and suddenly the broom smacked into her palm. Startled and intruiged and definitely excited, Waverly looked over at Angel, beaming. "I did it!" she exclaimed. "All you have to do is order the darn thing to come up." Now that she had done it, her past attempts had seemed silly. Now she was just feeling nervous about sitting on a broom and flying like those witches she'd read about in storybooks. This was all so surreal.
"Come on, now," Waverly encouraged. "I'll wait for you."
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Don't you speak much?
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Angel
November 06, 2011 4:38 PM
... by Angel
A small frown touched his pale lips as Waverly denied that the brooms were broken. He stared down at his broom, which still hadn’t moved at all and wasn’t so sure. Shouldn’t it have at least twitched? The tone Waverly used changed completely as she tried her command again, this time adding more words. To Angel’s surprise the broom flopped over, proving that the girl had been right, they weren’t broken.One more try and Waverly’s broom snapped up into her hand. Angel had watched the whole thing, but couldn’t figure out how she’d gotten her broom to work. It just sounded loud to Angel, and when he’d tried to be loud nothing happened. Seems Waverly succeeded he expected her to get on the broom and fly, instead she just stood next to him. Come on, now. I’ll wait for you. She said. Surprise colored his cheeks a light pink as he tried again. “UP?” The word was loudly spoken, still flavored with hesitance.
Angel frowned as the broom remained still. He nudged it lightly with one foot as if that might help the thing along, but it remained unmoved. All you have to do is order the darn thing to come up Waverly had said. Unfortunately, Angel had never ordered anyone to do anything in his life, and had no idea how to do such a thing. A small sound of frustration escaped the albino as the broom remained stubbornly indifferent to his commands.
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Waverly
November 07, 2011 12:05 AM
Okay then. I guess I'll have to make up subjects! by Waverly
Waverly felt like she had been enlightened in her short little triumph, and now she wanted everyone to feel the same. Angel was different, she had noticed that much, but that just made her want to be his friend more, even if he didn't talk. She could talk enough for the both of them. Smiling encouragingly, she watched him as the broom refused to respond to him. Frowning, she wanted him to command just like she had, but she thought that he wouldn't feel comfortable doing that. Well, really, when was a better time to try than now?"Come on, you can do it!" she told him. "Just say, 'UP!' in a commanding voice. Like, uh, I don't know, if you have any pets or anything. Or if your parents bossed you around, use that voice. Or if your brother or sister bossed you around too, then use that voice!" She smiled at him, proud that she had thought up that example all by herself. She really wanted to fly up now, but she wanted to wait and see Angel do this too. Her green eyes were fixed on the boy, watching and waiting for him to do something. To make his broom at least move.
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Okay then. I guess I'll have to make up subjects!
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Angel
November 07, 2011 10:12 PM
... by Angel
“UP?” Angel all but shouted at the thing. No, apparently volume wasn’t the deciding factor as the broom remained stubbornly on the grass and not in his hand. He was about to just give up and sit dowin to wait for the end of the lesson when Waverly spoke again. Crimson eyes watched her from behind his dark glasses without looking directly at her. In fact, it didn’t look like he was paying any attention at all, but his full focus was on the muggleborn girl.Use a commanding voice, I have no pets, I’ve never commanded anything…but…maybe I should sound like Lady Cynthia? Angel thought over Waverly’s words as he chewed his nail absently. His guardian always spoke harshly, and never asked anyone anything. Both house-elves, and Angel were often on the receiving end of her telling them what to do. Maybe that was what Waverly meant?
Taking a deep breath, Angel subconsciously straightened his normally hunched shoulders as he glared haughtily down at the broom in a near perfect mimicry of Lady Cynthia’s snooty ways. “UP!” He commanded, his voice a bit higher than it had been. To his shock the broom actually obeyed him! The sharp smack of wood against his out held palm was so startling that Angel didn’t curl his fingers around the wood. After a brief second the broom fell back to the ground. Angel blinked down at the once again unmoving broom, not sure what to think.
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Waverly
November 07, 2011 10:46 PM
Yay! by Waverly
Waverly knew Angel could do it. For goodness sake, if she could do it, then anyone could! She watched him as he pondered what to do, and then when he took on a sudden demeanor of anger and power, she was surprised, but in a good way. Everyone had that person in them, or at least knew someone like that. She gasped when Angel's command brought the broom up to his hand, but let the air out again when the broom fell. "You got it!" she exclaimed. "Just do that again and actually catch the broom." She smiled again, giddy with delight, as if she had gotten her broom off of the ground again."Okay, come on! Do it again, and you know how to do it right now!" She was happy for him and really wanted to get up into the sky. As she watched him, she pulled a black hairtie from her wrist and tied back her long brown hair into a ponytail. It would get in the way when she was flying. Ah, flying! What a magical word! Waverly sighed, just thinking about it, and glanced up at the sky where most of her peers were already flying.
"Okay, just one more time, and grab it! And then we can fly with everyone else!" she exclaimed happily. She hoped he had a burst of confidence now. Ah! Magic was all just so wonderful and so new and so nice! Waverly looked at Angel, encouraging him with her eyes to go on.
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Angel
November 08, 2011 8:25 PM
... by Angel
It appeared that his small success pleased Waverly greatly and Angel was glad. If he hadn’t been able to get the broom to move that time Angel planned let her go on without him. Now that he’d gotten the broom to function properly Waverly wanted him to do it again so that they could join the others in flight. The ghostly pale boy glanced up, his darkly tinted glasses slipping a bit as he studied the flying students.Again he focused his attention on the broom at his side. Remembering how it felt to make it cooperate the first time Angel didn’t have much difficulty with getting the broom to respond again. “Up!” It leapt into his waiting hand and this time he managed to grab hold of it before it fell. Now that the first part of flying had been competed Angel glanced hesitantly over to Waverly.
With a wary breath Angel brought one leg up over the broom, revealing grass stained toes as the robes he wore were pushed out of the way. “Stay low?” He asked hopefully. If she wished to go high he wouldn’t argue but it was a risk. At the moment he didn’t feel unwell, but his dizzy spells didn’t give much warning and falling from the height that some of the students were flying at would be quite painful.
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Waverly
November 09, 2011 1:50 PM
Now off to flying then, shall we? by Waverly
Waverly was glad that it seemed so much easier for him to get his broom up. But now it was time to actually fly the thing, and she had no clue how to do so. "Yeah, we can stay low," she agreed. If she fell off or something, she didn't want to fall from very high. Clearing her throat to hide her nervousness, she mounted her broom the way Angel did and sat on it. It was much more comfortable than it looked, delighting the girl even more."Okay, let's go!" she said with a smile, and then a little gasp when the broom began to take off without her consent. Suppressing a scream, she held onto the broom tight as she went higher and higher into the air. "How do you control this?" she shrieked, and then suddenly she was quite high off the ground. She looked down at Angel, and then her senses slowly came back to her as the broom stayed stable in the air.
"Okay, let's go down," she said, talking to the broom as if it could hear her. She remembered their coach saying to control the broom, and so she grabbed the stick and pushed it down like a lever, still gripping it tightly. The broom ascended much too quickly, making her level it again. She was breathing hard, learning how to control it. It was still making her shake, though. She pushed the stick down much slower and gradually, making the broom do the same.
Soon she was on the ground, and then collapsed onto it, panting from the panic and adrenaline. "That was so scary," she breathed. To be honest, she wanted to try it again just to get used to it and to practice controlling it. If witches and wizards traveled this way, then she was determined to learn too. "Let's just stay low, if my broom will let me."
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Now off to flying then, shall we?
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Angel
November 11, 2011 11:58 AM
... by Angel
Angel had barely lifted his feet from the tickling blades of grass to hover when Waverly shot off into the sky. “How do you control this?” Came a tiny wail from the girl Angel tracked with his ruby gaze. He had no answer for her, and wasn’t sure what to do. So, he remained hovering, barley half a foot off the ground as he watched the muggleborn girl fight to regain control.He’d almost decided that the best course of action would be to fetch the coach when he saw Waverly level off and fly in a more controlled fashion. Almost as fast as she’d flown up Waverly plummeted and Angel’s eyes widened in worry, hoping that she didn’t crash. Again the girl and broom leveled off, stopping the decent. This happened again and again as Waverly jerkily made her way back to the ground. Angel felt sick just watching her and decided that he much preferred just hovering.
After all, the coach only said they had to be on their brooms for the class, not that they had to go high. And he was sure he could make it across the field just fine half a foot off the ground, as he could sixty feet up. Waverly collapsed off her broom and onto the ground once she finally reached it and Angel watched her with anxious eyes. He was about to get off his own broom to see if she had been harmed after all when she said they should try again. Biting his lip with nervousness Angel remained on his broom as he waited for her to remount.
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Waverly
November 13, 2011 4:11 PM
What adrenaline! by Waverly
Waverly was still a little shaken from her first attempt at flying, but it was good practice. She took a breath of air before mounting her broom again and then she nodded at her companion. "Okay, let's fly low and go slow." Waverly lifted a little on her broom, knowing how to control it now, though she had some trouble keeping the speed steady. "Be careful," she told Angel. She had a feeling he was a little bit more fragile than her.She slowed so she was flying next to him and smiled at him. "It's not too bad so far," she said. Waverly had heard about a sport called "Quidditch" here. Apparently it was a big thing, like football. Or something. She wouldn't try out, but maybe Angel would? "Are you going to try out for Quidditch?" she asked, not knowing exactly what the game entailed or how to play it. All she knew was that it was played on brooms.
Waverly thought for a moment before deciding to voice her thought. "Is it hard to play?" Maybe he wouldn't know either, but it was worth a shot. She should probably ask someone. Coach Pierce would probably be the best person to ask...'duh,' Waverly thought, and then smiled a little to herself.
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What adrenaline!
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Angel
November 16, 2011 11:44 AM
... by Angel
A small nod of agreement was given at Waverly’s demand to be careful. Angel had no interest in flying off the way she had, and he had every intention of being careful. Again he lifted his feet from the grass and gave his broom the slightest of nudges forward. It jerked slightly into motion and Angel gasped, fear danced along his spine at the thought of the broom shooting off the way Waverly’s had. It didn’t, just slowly inched forward.Again Waverly passed him, her broom still apparently wishing to go fast. At least this time it didn’t make a run for the sun. Angel shifted a bit so that the broom glided forward a hint faster, more of a walking pace as Waverly slowed to match his speed. “Not bad.” He agreed. The rest of the students were much higher and going at speeds that were dizzying to watch so Angel kept his gaze on the ground a few feet from him. “Quidditch?” He asked hesitantly.
In his mothers clearer moments she often spoke of her older brother who’d played professionally when she was a girl, so even though he knew nothing of flying and had never actually seen a game he did know the basics of it. But, explaining would require many words and Angel didn’t want to sound completely foolish. Better to be thought an idiot than to open your mouth and prove it Angel his guardian liked to said.
Speaking was required here. That truth was something Angel had to come to terms with. It wasn’t like Lady Cynthia’s house where when ever he was required to talk it was limited to simple yes and no answers. He needed to start at least attempting to converse with people if he wanted to succeed and not be sent back. Biting his lip Angel pulled up on the broom slightly so that it came to a halt as he tried to fight the words into some semblance of understandability.
“Two teams, seven players. Each to one side.” Angel pointed to the rings on each side of the pitch. “Keeper keeps rings. Chasers, three for teams play Quaffle to rings.” Again he pointed to the rings. Frustration filled him as he tried to explain. He could easily see it in his mind, the chasers throwing the Quaffle back and forth and taking shots at the rings while the Keeper defends. But the words were like sand in his grasp, slipping away until he was left with a few awkward grains to offer her. “Two bludgers attack teams, beaters fight away. Seekers seeks snitch to win.” Angel stared resolutely at the ground, his whispery Georgian words sat between them like a pile of discarded toys.
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November 16, 2011 9:57 PM
!!! by Waverly
Waverly saw Angel stop his broom midair, so she did the same, except more abruptly, to listen. He was going to explain Quidditch to her! She tried to listen intently, but he didn't use complete sentences, which confused her a little. Did he not want to talk, or did he not like talking? Or was he making fun of her by talking like that? Waverly had a strong feeling that he wasn't trying to make fun of her, and that feeling was supported when he started to look frustrated.She had to sit and think about what he'd said after he finished talking. Okay, so there were two teams and seven players. There was a Keeper, Chasers, and...Beaters? She had no idea what a Quaffle was, or bludgers. How did the bludgers attack the teams? Were they the enemy team? Were they called Beaters to the other team? Oh, and there was something called a Seeker. That made seven players, okay. And the Seeker had to find something called a Snitch. This game sounded really confusing.
Waverly had so many questions now, but she didn't want to make him talk if he didn't want to. He had drifted off and ended his sentence rather sadly, and Waverly didn't like sad people or people being sad, so she smiled at him. "Oh, I get it! Thanks Angel." And then she began to fly again. "Come on. Let's fly some more! Maybe I could try out for the Quidditch team once I get into flying." She smiled encouragingly at Angel and added, "Do you think you'd ever try out for Quidditch?" She still had to get used to rolling the word off her tongue.
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November 18, 2011 11:31 PM
... by Angel
Oh, I get it! Thanks Angel. The words filled him with a curious warmth, almost fever like in its intensity. He could feel the heat in his pale cheeks and knew a startling blush had painted his face. It worked, she understood satisfaction filled him at the thought. It was like that one moment between finishing a sketch and tearing it free to be discarded. A single moment of shining perfection. Angel had never felt it when dealing with a person before and wasn’t sure how to respond.But, explanations were unneeded as Waverly moved on to her next question while coaxing him back into flight. Reluctantly Angel nudged his broom back into motion, his stomach lurched and the blush vanished as he paled when the broom jumped forward faster than he anticipated. At least it remained close to the ground and didn’t attempt to force him upward. Angel was moving at a slow jog now, which was nearly too fast for his touchy system to tolerate as the sight of the grass moving quickly under him made him slightly dizzy.
“No, too dangerous.” Angel finally replied. It wasn’t even the bludgers, which if they hit would probably break his bones far more easily than another child’s simply because of his poor nutrition. But because of the height and speed required to play would leave the young albino incapacitated. His body simply wasn’t strong enough for such a vigorous game.
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November 27, 2011 4:19 AM
Wheee! by Waverly
Waverly could see that Angel was encouraged by her pretend-understanding. She'd find a book on it later and get a more detailed explanation of it. But for now, it was enough, and she glad to have made someone happy. She had met only one other albino person in her life, and the girl had been very shy and quiet too. Maybe it was just the albinos in general 'cause there weren't too many of them, but that made them different in a good way.Quidditch was dangerous? Well, they were flying at a really high height and throwing...a ball around? Was that it? Anyway, it was something like that, and it did sound dangerous. Like football in the air or something. Shrugging it off, she agreed with him. "Yeah. Quidditch does sound really dangerous." She smiled at him.
"You wanna go down now or fly some more?" she asked, gesturing to the grass. It wasn't too far down, but would still hurt both of them if they fell. And she didn't want Angel to fall. He seemed delicate. She flew closer to him. She was delighted that she was getting better at this flying on a broom thing (like in the stories!) and thought that maybe she could try out for Quidditch one day. Maybe next year. She'd study it up for sure!
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Wheee!
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November 27, 2011 4:56 PM
... by Angel
Even though they weren’t flying nearly as high or as fast as the rest of the students, the sight of the ground moving below him was starting to make Angel feel a dizzy. So, when Waverly asked if he wanted to continue flying or stop he gave a shaky “Down.” Flying would probably never be something he could do with much confidence, or for long periods, but it was nice to know that he could do it, no matter how inadequate he was at it.A small nudge brought the broom back to the level of the grass, and his white feet stretched down to reconnect with the ground. Swinging one leg off, Angel sat down abruptly the too sudden movement causing the dizziness from flying to intensify to an almost unbearable level. His vision started to darken, but Angel focused just on breathing to the exclusion of all else. One breath…two…three…the dizziness began to fade and Angel blinked a few times to clear the darkness from his sight.
No longer afraid he was about to pass out, Angel folded his legs to sit cross-legged in the grass. The laughter and talking of the other students sounded distant from his place on the grass and Angel glanced up at the fliers populating the clear sky. A hint of longing touched his ruby gaze at their easy flight, how they were able to freely enjoy the sky and each other.
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December 05, 2011 2:04 AM
All good? by Waverly
Waverly was beginning to enjoy flying more when Angel suddenly said, "Down." He didn't sound very happy about flying as she did, so she followed him as he lowered his broom. She was suddenly concerned for Angel. Maybe because he was...the way he was, he couldn't handle flying very much? Or for very long?Waverly went down, wondering if he needed to go inside because of too much sun exposure or something. He seemed to sway a little, and Waverly hopped off her broom, rushing over to him. When she reached him, he was sitting down and so Waverly sat down next to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "Was that too long? Do you need to go inside?" She didn't know what to think about Angel. She wished she knew how to take care of him or something. That would make being his friend so much easier. The only thing she knew about albinos was that they couldn't be out in the sun for too long. Biting her lip, she looked at him, waiting for his answer, wondering how she could possibly help.
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December 11, 2011 1:12 PM
... by Angel
”…need to go inside?” As the world returned to focus Angel became aware of Waverly talking to him. Going back in would have been best, but Angel wasn’t ready to do so. Now that he was back on the ground he was starting to feel better. There wasn’t much that could be done about his dizzy spells in any case seems they were a direct result to his body’s inability to properly digest food, which left him with a very small reservoir of energy to draw from.“Better now.” Angel said softly as he reached out to run pale fingertips though the grass. He still had half an hour before the sunshield potion he had to take before going outside wore off, and the grass was pleasant. The dark glasses protected Angel’s delicate eyes from the sharp rays of the sun, and the potion protected his skin. These precautions made the outdoors far more accessible to Angel than it was to muggles who suffered the same affliction.
As she sat next to him Angel realized that he was holding her back from joining the other figures high in the sky. If not for him she would have been up there laughing and playing as well. He bit his lip as he tried to find the words needed to allow her to leave him. Reaching out he touched her shoulder lightly before pointing up to the other fliers. “Can go.” He offered.
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December 26, 2011 7:45 PM
Can we be friends? by Waverly
Waverly was glad that Angel felt better. His speech was odd, but at least he could speak. She wondered why he was so quiet and why he didn't seem to speak in complete sentences. Well, Waverly didn't want to dwell too much on that. He seemed like a nice boy, and she liked his personality from what she could tell from his few words. Well...it wasn't much, but she liked the little she saw. He was almost like a puppy to take care of, and Waverly enjoyed helping.He told her she could go, and Waverly looked up at the fliers, tempted. But then Angel would be by himself, and Waverly didn't want to desert him to fly with some other people she didn't really know. And besides, friends didn't leave other friends. At least, she wanted to consider Angel a friend. She turned to Angel again and smiled brightly, her green eyes sparkling. "No, it's okay! I'll stay here with you. We're friends, anyway, and friends don't leave each other." She smiled brighter and closed her eyes, lifting her face to the sun. "The sun feels so nice and warm." Waverly was a desert girl through and through.
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