Post by CHUN CUAN AU-YONG on Jul 18, 2011 22:31:58 GMT -6
The air felt good.
Then again, it always felt good on a broom to Chun. There wasn't a whole lot to think about when you were just flying, and in a quidditch game, there was enough to distract from more sobering thoughts. Though she rarely flew outside of sport, she could appreciate the wind and the brief feeling of freedom it provided. Complete freedom like that came rarely, and it was almost surreal in its short bouts. Sometimes, the slytherin could admit, it was a little scary. It was the reason she liked the broom, serving as almost a chain to reality (if not for quidditch itself of course). It was one of the few reasons why she rarely humored the idea of learning to fly without any sort of tool. Where was the practicality in it anyway? There would be an argument for a good getaway, but apparition was much faster if properly focused, and enemies still could track you on a broom. It would buy a few minutes, at best.
Her thoughts drifted, once she found her way toward the quidditch field, trudging about on the wet grass with something resembling a scowl. She didn't hate Jaycen, which is an accomplishment on its own considering the circumstances that brought their... “friendship.” She had seen a boy facing similar problems concerning his own family, and saw the good heart he had. Whoever did end up with him was likely going to be a happy woman in the coming years, Chun just didn't want it to be her. The bitterness that came whenever they talked could never be directly attributed to Jaycen, and the slytherin tried what she could to show that.
Maybe that's why the slytherin asked about practicing quidditch with him. It's something they both understood and enjoyed, sharing the same position on opposing teams. She knew that his house had a game coming up against the hufflepuffs, and the Chinese girl didn't mind in the slightest helping him improve on his beater skills. She let a smirk perk on her lips when she began preparing for it, setting aside her icebolt for now to find the chest where the bludgers rested. It probably was against the rules. Probably. At the moment, the Chinese girl didn't quite care enough to do something about it. Of course, her fiancee was the head boy. Hmm...
Well, at least the weather was good today, if a bit dry. She kept a light jacket on her nonetheless. Once she had finally located the chest somewhere deep in the confines of the locker room, she stepped out into the open air once more, dropping the chest a bit off-handily next to her broom. For now, she would wait for her fiancee, slumping onto the fresh grass with a bit of a sigh. This would turn out to be an interesting practice...
Then again, it always felt good on a broom to Chun. There wasn't a whole lot to think about when you were just flying, and in a quidditch game, there was enough to distract from more sobering thoughts. Though she rarely flew outside of sport, she could appreciate the wind and the brief feeling of freedom it provided. Complete freedom like that came rarely, and it was almost surreal in its short bouts. Sometimes, the slytherin could admit, it was a little scary. It was the reason she liked the broom, serving as almost a chain to reality (if not for quidditch itself of course). It was one of the few reasons why she rarely humored the idea of learning to fly without any sort of tool. Where was the practicality in it anyway? There would be an argument for a good getaway, but apparition was much faster if properly focused, and enemies still could track you on a broom. It would buy a few minutes, at best.
Her thoughts drifted, once she found her way toward the quidditch field, trudging about on the wet grass with something resembling a scowl. She didn't hate Jaycen, which is an accomplishment on its own considering the circumstances that brought their... “friendship.” She had seen a boy facing similar problems concerning his own family, and saw the good heart he had. Whoever did end up with him was likely going to be a happy woman in the coming years, Chun just didn't want it to be her. The bitterness that came whenever they talked could never be directly attributed to Jaycen, and the slytherin tried what she could to show that.
Maybe that's why the slytherin asked about practicing quidditch with him. It's something they both understood and enjoyed, sharing the same position on opposing teams. She knew that his house had a game coming up against the hufflepuffs, and the Chinese girl didn't mind in the slightest helping him improve on his beater skills. She let a smirk perk on her lips when she began preparing for it, setting aside her icebolt for now to find the chest where the bludgers rested. It probably was against the rules. Probably. At the moment, the Chinese girl didn't quite care enough to do something about it. Of course, her fiancee was the head boy. Hmm...
Well, at least the weather was good today, if a bit dry. She kept a light jacket on her nonetheless. Once she had finally located the chest somewhere deep in the confines of the locker room, she stepped out into the open air once more, dropping the chest a bit off-handily next to her broom. For now, she would wait for her fiancee, slumping onto the fresh grass with a bit of a sigh. This would turn out to be an interesting practice...
