A New Fantastic Point of View
Mar 7, 2015 2:45:49 GMT
Post by Roxy Weasley on Mar 7, 2015 2:45:49 GMT
((OOC: This thread is open to anyone who would like to crash it. Roxy's nature is to explore new things and new places, not to direct things and plan, so I'd like to do the same when setting up plot for her. No plan, just see what happens, and react.))
Roxy had the pitch to herself, which was just the way she liked it. With the Seeker position filled on her house team, she had to practice on her own to stay in shape, and she'd be damned if school robbed her of playing professional Quidditch just because of a little thing like a full team. It was different, practicing by herself, but it was better than nothing. Her mother had bought her the latest top of the line Firebolt model, which was supposed to be used only by experienced riders with years of practice. Fortunately, Roxy was just that. She wore thick jeans and a sweater, as the winter chill hadn't yet left the air. In one hand she had her broom, and in the other, a small golden ball. The mid-afternoon light played against the Golden Snitch she had snagged from the practice bin, and she'd had to reinforce a few of the enchantments.
"Here we go," she said to herself, and threw the Snitch into the air. It zipped off and out of sight almost immediately, and Roxy diligently waited 10 seconds before mounting her broom and springing into the air in one fluid motion. As soon as her feet left the ground, she tilted into a swift loop as she rose steeply higher, completely in control of her flight and ending in a corkscrew twist around her broom as she got up to a breakneck speed and a height that ensure injury if she fell. Rather than going slow and seeking out the snitch, she circled the pitch at full speed to give a further challenge. She practiced her moves in the air at the same breakneck speed, looking for the snitch at the same time, her vision of the world and sense of up and down blurring a little, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Unlike most players, Roxy rarely got injured, as she knew both how far to push herself, and where to draw the line. As her mother always pointed out, perfect practice makes perfect, not just practice on it's own.
Now totally oblivious to the ground, Roxy spotted a glint of gold and immediately dived towards it, again at full speed.
Roxy had the pitch to herself, which was just the way she liked it. With the Seeker position filled on her house team, she had to practice on her own to stay in shape, and she'd be damned if school robbed her of playing professional Quidditch just because of a little thing like a full team. It was different, practicing by herself, but it was better than nothing. Her mother had bought her the latest top of the line Firebolt model, which was supposed to be used only by experienced riders with years of practice. Fortunately, Roxy was just that. She wore thick jeans and a sweater, as the winter chill hadn't yet left the air. In one hand she had her broom, and in the other, a small golden ball. The mid-afternoon light played against the Golden Snitch she had snagged from the practice bin, and she'd had to reinforce a few of the enchantments.
"Here we go," she said to herself, and threw the Snitch into the air. It zipped off and out of sight almost immediately, and Roxy diligently waited 10 seconds before mounting her broom and springing into the air in one fluid motion. As soon as her feet left the ground, she tilted into a swift loop as she rose steeply higher, completely in control of her flight and ending in a corkscrew twist around her broom as she got up to a breakneck speed and a height that ensure injury if she fell. Rather than going slow and seeking out the snitch, she circled the pitch at full speed to give a further challenge. She practiced her moves in the air at the same breakneck speed, looking for the snitch at the same time, her vision of the world and sense of up and down blurring a little, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. Unlike most players, Roxy rarely got injured, as she knew both how far to push herself, and where to draw the line. As her mother always pointed out, perfect practice makes perfect, not just practice on it's own.
Now totally oblivious to the ground, Roxy spotted a glint of gold and immediately dived towards it, again at full speed.
