Jac Shaw
Gryffindor Graduate Auror Metamorphmagus
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Post by Jac Shaw on Jul 29, 2007 20:54:27 GMT
Jac ran onto the pitch. She was late but honestly it wasn't her fault, someone had to eat those pumpkin pasties, all seventeen of them. She had regretted it but she was here now. There was a light breeze that caressed her face as she made her way towards the group at it's centre.
As she got closer, Prof O'Donnell flew into the air and was followed by a number of students, leaving some others on the ground. Jac had many times played this game and grinned at those who stayed. "It's great fun, you know," she said to one who was standing near the trunk she was there to collect, "as soon as you're up there you wonder why you ever hesitated in the first place."
She screwed up her nose and transformed it into a pig’s snout and oinked a few times at the scaredy cats still on the ground, before standing on the trunk and calling to the professor. "Prof O'Donnell," she called, and waved when she got looks from everyone there, "I'm here for the trunk. Is this it?" She jumped up and down to show that this was the one she was talking about.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Jul 29, 2007 23:13:08 GMT
Sarie got on to her broom and kicked off. Flying was easy. She looked over Charlotte who was on her broom to? Gave her the trumbs up and waiting for the teacher to keep going.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Aug 5, 2007 19:18:11 GMT
Brianna looked over her shoulder at the long line that was following her as she flew around the pitching going up and down, so the long line of students looked like a wave. She smiled and faced forward again, thinking of what to make them do. Suddenly a voice intruded in her thoughts. Bree looked down to the ground and saw Jac Biggerstall standing on top of the trunk.
"Exactly as I do," she repeated to those behind her as she looked to the ground and spotted five or so still there. "Ms Biggerstall," she called and waved her arm to see who would copy the movement. "Certainly that is the trunk," she called back to the Gryffindor, flying in a circle above her head so that to anyone in the stands they would look like a tornado. "Take it and be off," she said, as she quickly flew past Jac and up towards the large golden hoops at the end of the pitch. "Some are getting nervous about it."
She put Jac out of her mind, easily enough to do, and flew in a zig-zag towards to hoops, angling her broom gradually higher so she would fly through the centre one when she reached it. She watched the children behind her, eye open for more points to give away.
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Aug 6, 2007 0:33:15 GMT
Sarie had rearly flown at home. She loved the wind felt when it whiped her hair. She leaned forward to make it go faster. She just enjoyed the flight.
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Post by charly on Aug 6, 2007 4:21:34 GMT
Feeling quite at home with her new-found flying skills , Charlotte had done a few of her own test-drive stunts when she had the chance; a sharp little turn, a somewhat wobbling weave, and to her excitment a quick little roll. (which had almost made her slip off the broom, and had made her quite dizzy and unsteady for afew seconds after)
Nonetheless, she thorougly enjoyed the feeling of bieng in the air and as they straightened out, all heading in one long line to the quiditch lopp, she nervously lifted one arm out into the air, one hand stil grasping the wood. Steady, broom. Steady. she mumbled almost inaudibly to the broom, as if it were a flying horse. As they drew nearer, she lifted her other hand, her legs wrapped tightly. Her arms were now spread outwards like wings, and she grinned as she discovered her broom stayed straight, her center-of-gravity true and balanced.
She realized soon enough, however she was dreadfully close to the hoops, but instead of paniking she had yet another idea. She quickly leaned forward, her broom's nose pointing downwards, she zoomed quickly to the earth but swooped back up in time to turn around and place her at the end of the line of flying children. As she once again drew near she reached upwards, grasping the curved top of the hoop, and just as she hoped her broom swung upwards, and she did a quick succession of loops around the top pole. Sadly the front of her broom had pushed the back end of a young slytherin boy before her and he quickly lost his balance, heaving to the side and hanging upside down, clinging frightfully to his own broom. As she came out of the loops her broom bashed swiftly into the side of his broom's brush(quite stuck) and she no longer felt very thrilled. He was hanging by one foot, and she was precariously out of balance, all the while the tangled children were still flying striaght, but were decling quite rapidly. Suddenly, she found her broom free and swerved upwards, before hitting the ground; The slytherin boy wasn't so lucky, as his face had dragged rapidly across the ground before tumbling harshly onto the grass.
She landed, and quickly stumbled over to him, "Troll's wart!" she cursed to herself, as she kneeled down, "You okay? Oh Dear Merlin! Your nose looks horrible!" The boy seemed very angry as he sat up, he mumbled something which she couldn't quite understand through his grass filled mouth, and his somewhat-broken looking nose. She grimaced as blood startled tribbling out of one of his nostril. He spat out the dirt that was in his mouth and began to howl as he suddenly realized his fnose wasn't in such good condition. This made Charlotte feel even more worse, as she some him curl up cradling his nose, tears dripping from his tightened face. "Ooooh," she said in a paniking voice, "I'm sorry! So sorry! Um..um." she looked around, then sky-wards, towards the flying teacher. "proffessor! PROFFESOR!" She shouted, despratly hoping she wouldn't be docked points for crashing into theboy, it was only accident.
((erm, sorry I hope the unexpected accident's alright, heh))
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Post by Sarie Thimble on Aug 6, 2007 4:32:26 GMT
Sarie was having fun testing her broom. She soared over the pitch. She did a little loop de loop. She did want to do too much just incase she fell. She spead into a dive and pull out of it. Then she noticed Poppy diving a few feet away. Then she saw Poppy crash. "Poppy you ok?" She yelled over to her.
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Jac Shaw
Gryffindor Graduate Auror Metamorphmagus
Posts: 1,092
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Post by Jac Shaw on Aug 6, 2007 21:17:03 GMT
Jac had grown to like this teacher. At first she had thought she had been sickly sweet but she had grown to discover that her smile was the one constant in her day. Her dedication to her subject and her student was also very apparent. It was to this last that Jac attributed the teacher's quick, short comment. Jac smiled up at them flying in a line and winked at a Ravenclaw who was staring at her.
Without another word to Prof O'Donnell, Jac jumped off the trunk and turned to face the wobbling trunk. She pulled out her wand and murmured, "Wingardium Leviosa." The trunk began to float slowly into the air. Jac grinned at her handy work and turned on her heal, walked off the pitch. The trunk was fighting her spell, it clearly wasn’t ready for use yet. She would have to make sure it was top priority for those who were going to fix it. She grinned at her own smartness and vanished beyond the boarder of the pitch.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Aug 6, 2007 21:42:02 GMT
Brianna was not pleased to see how few waved when she did. She grumbled to herself before calling over her shoulder, "everything, ladies and gents, everything I do, you do. Follow?" She sighed heavily as she soared through the golden centre hoop. She had to duck a little to avoid hitting her head and lift her feet to miss kicking it too. She flew in a wide circle around and came to rest and watch to the students fly through it too.
However her attention was quickly pulled to two falling figures. Bree's eyes went wide and she froze as she heard the thuds of their landing. Why wasn't I paying better attention? she groaned to herself and grimaced. They sat up and Bree let out the breath she had not realised she had been holding and her limbs seemed to awaken to. She quickly flew to them and landed a foot away. She looked at the Slytherin boy and patted his shoulder. "Definitely a broken nose," she said, lifting his chin with her free hand. "And possibly a broken arm." She eyes his arm that hung limp at his side.
"Class dismissed," she said loudly, helping the boy to his feet. "Leave the brooms where you found them and head to your next class." She held the broken arm up so as not to let it hang. She knew how sore it could be it if did hang. She would have healed him but the last time she had tried to mend a bone, the person had started sprouting extra bones everywhere. It was not a pretty sight and Bree didn't trust herself to perform it again. Instead, she led the now weeping boy towards the castle. What a perfect end to a perfectly empty lesson, she groaned to herself.
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Post by charly on Aug 8, 2007 16:47:41 GMT
She grimaced as she heard the exhaust in the proffesor's voice. She felt terribly responsible, seeing she had knocked the boy down. "Profesor, I didn't mean to. I mean I did mean to do the loops but, I thought i was far enough behind, so I wouldn't hit him." She frowned, struggling to follow the woman's brisk pace, the howling slytherin boy glaring at her between tears. She scowled at him in return but her face softened into a more pleading expression, "Can I help? Or is there anything I can do? I'm really, very sorry for hitting him." As she continued to tag along, another notion popped into her brain, almost vanishing the previous thought of repentance, "Is there going to be another class?" suddenly seeming much more worried, "That wasn't the last one, was it?"
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Aug 9, 2007 10:17:19 GMT
Bree, though now in a grim mood, stopped walking and smiled kindly at the small Hufflepuff trailing after her. "Ms Catherwood," she said, as she laid her free hand on the girl's shoulder, "don't worry so much. These things happen, accidents and the likes. And I am certain I can take this boy to the Hospital Wing by myself."
The girl's last question made Prof O'Donnell laugh heartily. "Of course there will be more classes," she said, patting Ms Catherwood's shoulder, "just not today. Well, none that concerns you. Now, run along and go put your broom with the others." She winked at the girl, smiled brightly and walked off the pitch, the Slytherin boy still levitating in front of her. He began thrashing around. Bree put him on the ground and helped him stand. “You can walk, can you not?” she asked. He nodded and Bree lead him towards the castle, a protective arm around him.
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