Post by Ember Stonefyre on Apr 7, 2015 16:30:33 GMT
Ember held a sugar quill tightly between her teeth, sucking at it as she strode down the corridor. Her thumbs were hooked into her pockets, her hair an absolute mess, tangled with bits of bark and slightly pasted to her forehead with her own blood. She had just been out practicing again, on the broomstick her father had specially made with her in mind. She had finally gotten controlling it down, despite it's incredible speed. It also turned a lot faster and sharper than her Nimbus had, reacting to the lightest of touches, somehow knowing where she was or what she wanted without her needing to do so much more than give it a tap. However, she still had a bit to go, before she could get back to doing the stunts and tricks she loved so much. She wanted to be absolutely a hundred percent certain she had control of it, and could sense where it was at all times if she did one of those moves where she actually left it expecting it to be able to catch her before she hit the ground. Not that the broom could do that on its own, that was up to her physically learning its momentum and how far it could go without her at what speed. She had known all of that about her Nimbus, to the point where it was instinctual. She would get back to that point, with the Comet, if she kept practicing.
Well, at least she was able to play Quidditch on it. And it really was a badass broomstick, even if she did desperately miss her Nimbus still. But that was purely the sentimental side of her, that said she should be embracing the Comet more, especially as her father had made it with his own two hands and wand. Though, to be honest, the Gryffindor had some.... Other matters of which she was concerned aside from her broom... Which was saying something considering brooms where basically her life.
Ember had been doing a lot of thinking lately, more so than usual because, well, the girl wasn't much of a thinker as she was an impulsive creature of do now, get asked questions later, and probably end up in detention. Even flying she relied more on her body than her brain to tell her what to do, but... This new thing was a case in which listening to her body was a bad thing.
Especially because her body kept telling her to just stop thinking and jump Sophia Black's bones the next chance she got. Considering the Hufflepuff girl was straight (at least, according to Ember, and the Gryffindor was stubborn as all get out), such a thing would most likely not be welcomed and ruin the entire friendship they had formed. Sophia was a delicate creature, who needed to be treated gently and kept close, so as to make sure she didn't fall back into herself or think her new friends didn't want her.she did not need some overly aroused lion making unwanted moves on her. And besides, Ember wasn't even sure if she liked Sophia like that. At least, emotionally. And she had enough moral value to cherish the idea of romance and an actual equal emotional attachment between two people who did such things. She may have been a tough girl, but she was still just a girl... And sometimes she could be quite well... Gushy.
Thinking and still sucking away at her sugar quill, Ember passed by the empty classroom on the second floor. She paused, frowning, sure she had heard something coming from inside. Then again, it was an empty classroom, lots of people used them to... Well, do things teenagers did. She should really just pass by and let whomever it was make out in peace. But then again... A Ember frowned, feeling something in her gut tug her to reach out and open the door... So, giving in, she did, carefully and silently, peeking into the room to satisfy the instinct telling her to do so.
Well, at least she was able to play Quidditch on it. And it really was a badass broomstick, even if she did desperately miss her Nimbus still. But that was purely the sentimental side of her, that said she should be embracing the Comet more, especially as her father had made it with his own two hands and wand. Though, to be honest, the Gryffindor had some.... Other matters of which she was concerned aside from her broom... Which was saying something considering brooms where basically her life.
Ember had been doing a lot of thinking lately, more so than usual because, well, the girl wasn't much of a thinker as she was an impulsive creature of do now, get asked questions later, and probably end up in detention. Even flying she relied more on her body than her brain to tell her what to do, but... This new thing was a case in which listening to her body was a bad thing.
Especially because her body kept telling her to just stop thinking and jump Sophia Black's bones the next chance she got. Considering the Hufflepuff girl was straight (at least, according to Ember, and the Gryffindor was stubborn as all get out), such a thing would most likely not be welcomed and ruin the entire friendship they had formed. Sophia was a delicate creature, who needed to be treated gently and kept close, so as to make sure she didn't fall back into herself or think her new friends didn't want her.she did not need some overly aroused lion making unwanted moves on her. And besides, Ember wasn't even sure if she liked Sophia like that. At least, emotionally. And she had enough moral value to cherish the idea of romance and an actual equal emotional attachment between two people who did such things. She may have been a tough girl, but she was still just a girl... And sometimes she could be quite well... Gushy.
Thinking and still sucking away at her sugar quill, Ember passed by the empty classroom on the second floor. She paused, frowning, sure she had heard something coming from inside. Then again, it was an empty classroom, lots of people used them to... Well, do things teenagers did. She should really just pass by and let whomever it was make out in peace. But then again... A Ember frowned, feeling something in her gut tug her to reach out and open the door... So, giving in, she did, carefully and silently, peeking into the room to satisfy the instinct telling her to do so.
