Post by LUCA ASH CARMICHAEL on Jan 7, 2013 20:04:27 GMT
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Luca had studying to do, but she didn't care. Her mind was elsewhere, and any attempt to concentrate would result in her mind wandering around in lost circles. As she walked across the grounds, the snow crunched under her shoes. Despite the recent snow, the sun shone overhead, and the sky was cloudless. Well, she thought, this is such lovely weather, staying in would be a huge waste of sunshine. This should keep my mind off homework for a while. Besides, I should try out my new broom while I have the time, shouldn't I? She approached the quidditch pitch and saw that the quidditch teams weren't practicing, save for a few individuals here and there. She smiled at the lack of bludgers on the field. Whoever invented quidditch could have easily done it without heavy, fast-moving projectiles, couldn't they?
Luca got onto her broom and rose a few feet above the ground. She began to float in lazy circles around the goalposts. She smirked. Flying always made her feel so free, although the only thing keeping her from sure death was an enchanted cleaning supply. It was a rather elegant enchanted cleaning supply though. Polished, waxed, and shining. Her dad had just given it to her for Christmas. She thought back to when she had first began to fly. Her mother objected at first, fussing over the unlimited amount of ways that she could fall off, or run into a tree, or get lost and frozen in a cloud, or go too high in the atmosphere and run out of oxygen... but Luca had enjoyed flying too much. Luca looped and swirled, cutting through the cold air. Yes, she was going to like this broom, she thought, performing a dive that would have send her mother into a frenzy of worry. Luca missed flying. How long had it been since she last got on a broom? At least a month, she thought.
Luca returned to the ground to find a quaffle to play with, even though she knew that actual quidditch was out of the question. There were more people on the field now than before, mostly quidditch players and their friends. As she jogged across the quidditch pitch, she flew, arms flailing, face first into a snowbank. "Ouch, that was graceful." she muttered, blushing and hoping that no one had seen her. No such luck. She heard footsteps approach as she pushed herself up, brushing snow and mud off of her clothes.
