Post by Polaris Stormwrath on Jul 28, 2008 23:19:16 GMT
Polaris headed out to the sides of the grounds and to the quidditch pitch in a haste, making sure no one saw her. In her hand was a broomstick, none too fancy, but decent looking. A Silver Arrow. Ducking and weaving through the corridors and finally down the stairwell and to the grand spacious grounds, Polaris stopped.
She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed, which they hadn't as far as she was aware. Of course she wasn't paranoid or anything. Just embarassed.
Setting her broomstick down, the Ravenclaw sighed and looked at it with worry. A ground-dwelling creature such as herself had a hard enough time dealing with the trip here in the family flying car, let alone learning how to operate a simple broomstick.
Swallowing lightly, Polaris stared long and hard at the Silver Arrow, only to sigh and hang her head in frustration and annoyance. "Never going to learn how to fly if you keep puttin' it off, Pol." She scolded herself in a low tone.
She was scared, anyone could see that if they just looked into her eyes. It wasn't just the sweaty palms that gave it away. Lifting her head and looking to the sky, Polaris squinted a bit. The sky wasn't too bright, but a bit overcast, without the threat of rain. It was quite nice.
With another sigh, she returned her gaze back to her broom. "You're already a seventh year, are doing excellent in your classes, fearless of trolls and kappas, yet you can't even fly because you're too scared. Good going."The animagus huffed, a faint blush mottling her cheeks in embarassment.
She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed, which they hadn't as far as she was aware. Of course she wasn't paranoid or anything. Just embarassed.
Setting her broomstick down, the Ravenclaw sighed and looked at it with worry. A ground-dwelling creature such as herself had a hard enough time dealing with the trip here in the family flying car, let alone learning how to operate a simple broomstick.
Swallowing lightly, Polaris stared long and hard at the Silver Arrow, only to sigh and hang her head in frustration and annoyance. "Never going to learn how to fly if you keep puttin' it off, Pol." She scolded herself in a low tone.
She was scared, anyone could see that if they just looked into her eyes. It wasn't just the sweaty palms that gave it away. Lifting her head and looking to the sky, Polaris squinted a bit. The sky wasn't too bright, but a bit overcast, without the threat of rain. It was quite nice.
With another sigh, she returned her gaze back to her broom. "You're already a seventh year, are doing excellent in your classes, fearless of trolls and kappas, yet you can't even fly because you're too scared. Good going."The animagus huffed, a faint blush mottling her cheeks in embarassment.