fly awy, fly away [levi]

[xxbrokenheartxx]

whoosh!

The third-year's hair was blown behind her from the wind. She was picking up speed as she zoomed around the pitch. Some would look at her queerly. Why was she riding? She wasn't on the team. But she had just gotten a new broom. From her mother. The one that was trying to buy her love. It wasn't working, but she might as well enjoy the gifts. So the Slytherin was flying. Flying through the air. She really did enjoy flying. She didn't do it very often, but she was quite good at it.

Why wasn't she on the team?

She never made it to try-outs, the silly little girl. She would join the team next year. That way she might eventually be able to get captain. That would be cool. Very cool. But she had to show a commitment to the team. Which meant she'd have to try-out next term. It would be fun. =] Lot's of fun. And maybe she'd get them to pull together. Because right now they didn't really have a good team.

She flew around in circles. On and on and on. It was a beautiful feeling, but she needed something more. She zoomed down. Maybe she could get a quaffle and mess around with it. She looked around the locker room where they kept the stuff and found a quaffle. She picked it up. It was a good feeling. She mounted her broom, quaffle in hand and kicked off. She reached the goal post.

She threw it in, easily, as she was right next to the goal. It went through and she zoomed to the other side, trying to catch it before it fell. She was unsucessful, but she did catch it before it hit the ground. It was nearly impossible to do, but it was still a fun game. On her sixth try when she finally did it. Then she zoomed backwards and tried the same thing farther back.

She never made it, and soon gave up. She threw the quaffle down to earth. She heard a small plunk. What did she want to do now? She flew up into the air until she hit the clouds. They were cold and she soon zoomed downwards quickly. That was too cold for her. Down to earth, she went. Felt much better. She smiled and began doing laps again. That was fun, and she would do it for a little bit, until she figured something else.

Or maybe a person would come and talk to her.

Dream on, she thought.

[marshalll]

It was always difficult to find some time to practice your quidditch skills during the term. If you could find your way out of the library were the crazy amount of homework was screaming I'm not finished! and through the crowds of people who wanted to have some quality time with you, there was a slightest chance you could make it to the Quidditch Pitch before dinner.

But that was only if you were lucky. It was more likely that you'd have to stay in the common room to do your homework, unless you'd like to get some new enemies by causing some house points to be removed from your own beloved house. And you'll always see, just as you find out that you've got some spare time to hop down to the Pitch, it will start to rain right that instant.

There was one day in the week which was often used by students to get on their brooms and celebrate the fact that they were about to spent some lovely precious time in the air. This was Saturday. Usually on Saturdays the Pitch is crowded by people from all the five houses and practicing quidditch teams.

This Saturday was an exception though. The clouds were hanging low as if they were warning you for a whether change to come. The summer was almost over, at least that was what those clouds seemed to be telling you. Nothing could stop the Mihael fifth year that was walking down towards the pitch though. It had been a while ago since he had mounted a broom and now his need was to great to be ignored.

As the boy reached his destination he put the broom that he had been holding in his hands upon the floor. He held his hand above it and within seconds, the broom flew back into his hands. It still was a wonderful trick, even though he had done it a thousand times already. He held the broom firmly as he stepped upon it. His feats pushed against the ground and the boy started to fly in upward direction.

Levi was flying around in circles, as if he was waiting for a bludger to come up to him. Yes, he was the beater from the Mihael quidditch team. No bludger was visible today though, and this wasn't because of the fact that it was misty, this was because there wasn't anybody throwing around with them. He gained some speed and decided that was a point that needed some improvement too. Great, he had found something to practice and bludgers weren't needed for it.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

[ooc: It's sunday. xD =P]

As the minutes ticked by the clouds began to look more and more suspicious, and the lower Aaryn dropped. At on moment of dropping Aaryn spotted him. Who was he? His name was unknown to Aaryn. She had no idea who this boy was. Speeding along in circles, they were at the same height. She looked at him. Curly brown hair. Pretty average looking. Nothing told her anything about him, expect, perhaps, he was slightly older than her. She zoomed past him, glancing back at the boy.

But she stopped wondering who he was. Who cared? He was just a boy. A boy that liked flying. What was so odd about that? Nothing. She just zoomed.

But zooming got boring. No matter how odd that sounded, it did. She liked zooming and all, but it got boring. After five minutes she was beside him again. She slowed down, so they were now going at the same speed. She looked him. Now that she looked him over, he was probably older than her. But not much. Maybe only a year or so older. But older, all the same. Which, most likely, meant he was an older year than her.

"Hey," she said, nodding slightly in his direction.

She had spoken. She had started a conversation. Oh, bugger. She was now required to participate in a conversation with him. Ah, well, no big deal. She could talk. It wasn't as if she was incapable of it. She just... Well, he was a total stranger. But, she talked to total strangers all the time. It wasn't odd. Everyone did it in this school and it began rubbing off on her.

She looked at him. Was he going to talk? Then she remembered. She 'didn't' care. So. Maybe she cared a little bit. Okay. She cared a lot. She wanted to meet someone knew. She hadn't done that in a while. That was tons of fun. She grinned mentally. Hopefully this boy wasn't a complete moron. Morons sucked.

And then there were the TAs...

Okay, that was for another day.

[marshalll]

[OOC: During the holiday season I always lose track of dates, sorry!]

If somebody was watching him from a distance, they'd probably think the boy was insane. Or at least, something close to that. Yes, what Levi was doing must have looked pretty weird. Even though it looked as if he was completely not controlling his broom, the opposite was true. Levi was practicing his speed, exactly what he had decided to do.

The Mihael Beater was flying around in egg-shaped 'circles' constantly speeding up and slowing down again. Every time he tried to get to his top-speed and when he couldn't go any faster, he slowed down again. He repeated this a thousand times, hoping that in the end he could accelerate quicker and maybe could get a higher top-speed too. Levi didn't know if this was the best way to practice his speed, but it seemed to be somewhat working so there wasn't a reason for him to quit.

Was he just imagining that eyes were looking at his back? Someway or another Levi felt like he was being watched. Now there weren't much people around, he did spot one other girl. Had she been looking at him? It wouldn't surprise him as his movements were pretty weird, so he couldn't blame her for looking at him, wondering what the hell he was doing or trying to do.

Levi continued his own little practice, until he heard a female voice. He turned his head around and supposed it had been the girl who had spoken. Well, he supposed that he had done his best practicing for all this while, so a little brake to meet somebody new wouldn't hurt, would it? He slowed down again and flew towards the girl.

It would be pretty weird to have a conversation screaming all over the pitch, right?

"Hey. He replied. Wondering if he felt like adding anything else. Perhaps it would be polite and friendly if he told the girl his name, so he cleared his throat and said. "Levi Marshall, 5th year Mihael"[/color] Today he wasn't wearing his white/pink colored Mihael quidditch robes, nor was he wearing his uniform, so unless the girl was an incredibly good guesser, she wouldn't know his house unless he told her.

Levi looked at the girl. Yeah, he had probably seen her walking around once or twice, but he didn't really recognize her. She probably wasn't in his year, because after 5 years attending classes with his year, he pretty much new all the faces and the names.
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