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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 27, 2015 22:09:03 GMT -5
Quidditch was something Chantelle would like to be better at. Of course, she wasn't really good at it, well, she was decent but not the best. It made her really upset because Quidditch looked really fucking cool, and here she was with a Comet 6 just ultimately sucking ass with throwing the ball. Chantelle grunted, not ladylike at all. Why can't she do this stupid aiming thing to the big hoop? Was this her punishment for stealing one of the underclassmen's broom? Why, Merlin. Why?
Truthfully. She just had a terrible aim.
She did have to admit, she was quite fast with the broom. Though she kept missing the hoops, she managed to catch the ball quickly. Never once dropping to the ground. Despite the fact that it was night time, the only light she had was a couple of torches down the grass, and the moonlight. It was a bit tricky to spot the ball when it falls down after bouncing off the hoops. Of course, she knew she wasn't fit to be a seeker either. Or keeper, or beater. She wanted to be a chaser and that was the thing she was most terrible at. It was sad, but it didn't stop Chantelle from trying. She was so focused, she never even thought about what she would do if she got caught... Or when there was someone in the skies with her.
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Aedan O'Brien
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Post by Aedan O'Brien on Jun 27, 2015 22:38:15 GMT -5
In Samuel's family, they didn't bother with Quidditch. Flying, of course, was an important skill that could be powerful in a combat situation, but all that business with the balls and the hoops was just a childish waste of time. Why should hours upon hours be spent throwing balls around when that didn't translate into benefiting the family? So he was not a Quidditch player, but he was highly skilled and practiced on a broom.
His broom was a very expensive and aerodynamically sophisticated Gallivan Glider. He loved it almost as much as he loved his bow and quiver, and nights like this were perfect for flying: crisp air, cloudless sky, endless expanse over the school that was protected from muggles' view. He adored the feeling of the wind in his air and the way his most delicate motions could alter his flight path. There was a subtlety to good flying that Samuel couldn't get enough of: subtlety, grace, and being literally on top of the world.
He had finally caught up on his homework after falling behind due to the time spent helping Hallie with Transfiguration formulae (time well spent, he reflected now), so Samuel took to the sky where he soared effortlessly, looping and rolling, dodging and diving. He headed over to the Quidditch pitch because he loved using the hoops as a sort of slalom course to help him focus on his agility and response time. He decided to try a bit of a dangerous maneuver: rocketing ninety degrees upward along the back of the stands, and then a barrel roll over the top of them to soar into the pitch itself. This was one of his favorites: it always made him feel lightheaded and filled with adrenaline.
Unfortunately, tonight there was another person right where the maneuver ended. Unable to veer away in time, Samuel crashed into Chantelle, and they both began to plummet.
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 27, 2015 23:19:01 GMT -5
It was sudden and silent, but then she started screaming because, well... She was plummeting to the ground for some unknown reason because as soon as she knew it, she was knocked out of her own breath and found herself falling with some figure that she didn't see. Oh well, if she was going to die now might as well try not to die, right? So she didn't scream because well, the wind was knocked out of her, she didn't have any air to scream out.
Wait, she realized she could do something... It might be a little too late, but this was everything she had, and she whipped her wand out and started wav- oh. Well shit, she dropped it.
"FUCKING REALLY?!" was her response before squealing into the plummet of her doom.That one time she decided to try and do something it ends in her death. Well fuck that, fuck that shit. All the brunette can do now was just panic. Panic spead quickly and affected her instantly. Her eyes closed tightly, waiting for the impact that would lead to her death, cold and possibly bloody death.
But she didn't feel it, she opened her eyes and still didn't see a goddamn thing except for the torches, now much nearer... She actually felt as if she was floating, floating down with a parachute (they were used in 1783) or a glider of some sort. Chantelle didn't know. But she stopped squealing and stayed silent. That was when she realized, the something that hit her was a someone. Samuel Smythe. Resident asshole-lite of the Fuego house, she assumed he got along well with their head of house because well, Samuel seemed to take a leaf out of their Transfiguration teacher's book.
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Aedan O'Brien
Fuego Student - Year 7
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Post by Aedan O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 0:56:55 GMT -5
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! This had not been part of the plan.
Fortunately, Samuel had picked up several tricks over the years of training on a broom. There was a perfect charm for this sort of situation, and he was reaching for his wand the moment he realized the fall was imminent. Unfortunately, he had to share the charm with Chantelle since, well ... this whole thing was his fault. He aimed his wand at her and muttered an incantation, and a sort of glowing bubble appeared beneath them. The cushion of air slowed Chantelle's fall considerably, which was exactly how it was supposed to work.
It wasn't all that large, though, and Samuel hit the glowing bubble of protection at its side rather than in the middle. As a result, he didn't start slowing down until he was about six feet above the ground, and he slammed into the earth - not hard enough to cause serious injury, but hard enough to knock the wind out of him and leave him gasping. He was certainly going to ache in the morning.
Chantelle, on the other hand, got the graceful, painless landing that the charm ensured for those who aimed it properly.
"Damn it," Samuel groaned, pressing a hand against the pain in his chest, struggling to regain healthy respiration.
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 28, 2015 1:30:50 GMT -5
Chantelle definitely had a better landing and actually wanted to just stay in the floating bubble for quite some time. Well unfortunately when she had the graceful landing, she still landed on something. A hand and a wooden stick.
SNAP
"Oh shit that better not be my wand!" Not caring for the hand, she rolled and sat up immediately with a face of horror. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" A minute of cursing and panic finally calmed down a bit, "Oh crap I just stole this from a sixth year," she whispered angrily to herself. "Darn it Merlin's saggy and hairy balls! Eat a fucking dick!" She clearly didn't know how to handle this situation without cursing. She looked around for her want and thankfully it wasn't snapped into half. She immediately tried to repair the broom back but it was snapped thoroughly, which shouldn't make any sense because she did land gracefully on it, unless the impact broke it already. By now Chantelle knew she was fucked. She couldn't fix a stupid cheap ass broom that she stole.
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Post by Aedan O'Brien on Jun 28, 2015 4:04:59 GMT -5
Why, why, why did she have to be so loud right now? Right after he'd slammed into the earth and hit his head and wrenched his neck? Samuel could feel his own pulse pounding in his temples. "Look," he gasped, "it's fine ... I'll fix it ... just stop ... talking about ... saggy balls ... for the love of God." As though he needed that mental image on top of everything else?
He tugged his hand out from beneath Chantelle and flexed the fingers a few times. Luckily the charm had slowed her down; otherwise he might have been looking at a broken hand or wrist or something.
How was this girl so loud?
"OK," Samuel groaned, flipping himself over onto his stomach and reaching out to tug the pieces of the broom closer to his face. If he just fixed the thing, then maybe he could have some peace and quiet and prevent his head from exploding. This skill - in addition to flying itself - was one the family valued, which meant he had been trained in it early on. He inspected the two pieces of the broken broomstick, fitting the edges together and then pulling them apart again to determine the core. "Hawthorn wood ... no wonder it snapped ... tricky. But all right ...
"Adglutino!" The two pieces of wood sprang together, adhering along their jagged edges.
"Perfundo vis!" The broomstick glowed for a long moment, then returned to its normal state.
"There," Samuel grunted as he passed the broom back to Chantelle. "Fixed. Ow."
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Post by Chantelle Norfleet on Jun 29, 2015 1:07:40 GMT -5
Chantelle was freaked out, she could barely pay attention to him telling her to shut up. But as soon as he went to expertly fix the bloody stolen broom, she looked at him, almost hopeless. Of course it was because the broom was just snapped perfectly, cleanly. It almost broke her heart. When he had fixed it though, shock just made its way to her face, her jaw dropping instantly and had a loss for words. This guy just, he just fixed this dead-ass broom, it was so damaged that she believed it was definitely not salvageable, like dead, dead-dead.
"How- How did you, I mean... The ability to fix that, just how?" Chantellev asked so bewildered. She instinctively ran a hand through her locks. "Holy shit, thank you!" she breathed out, grabbing the broom carefully as he passed it to her. "I can't thank you enough, I almost died right there..." then she remembered, "Wait, what exactly happened? How did we end up here, and more importantly, why are you here?" Chantelle had started to interrogate him, narrowing her eyes.
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