Flying (Open) « Thread Started on Jan 27, 2008, 3:23am »
Albus mounted his broom when he reached the Quidditch Pitch. He loved Quidditch and he is often told that he had his dad's talent for the sport. He was told that he should try out for the Quidditch team, but he wouldn't. It would look bad for a Potter to play for the Slytherin team.
He smiled to himself and kicked the ground hard for take off. When he was in the air, he started flying slow, but gradually gained speed. He loved the feeling of being in the air. It felt free. Lately, he hadn't been feeling free. He'd been feeling...cooped up. He was happier now because he had just recieved a letter from his mum and dad. They had said that they were proud of him.
For what? He didn't know. He wasn't proud of himself. He was failing Herbology and potions. That wasn't good. He had told his parents and they said that he would be fine. He just had to study more and do his homework. His dad had also said that when the kids came home for the holidays that he would work with him on potions. He was positive that Albus could do it.
During the holidays, he sometimes played a game of Quidditch with his dad. He always managed to beat his father and he suspected that his dad was letting him win, though he wouldn't admit it. How else would he be able to beat the best Seeker this school has seen since his grandfather, James. He wouldn't. His dad was definitely allowing him to win.
Now it was just him. He pretended that it was a match and he was seeker. He pretended to outrun bludgers and he pretended to spot the Snitch. He went into a dive, but wasn't able to pull out of it. His broom hit the ground and he fell off. His head hurt and he was a little afraid to move, so he just laid there....
« Last Edit: Jan 27, 2008, 3:25am by albuspotter »