Morning Due *Kaley*

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Cristen walked across the wet due on the grass. She was heading out to the Quddithch pitch for a little flying practice. Cris loved to fly. If she could fly everywhere she would love it! She gazed out to the Pitch. Good no one was out there. She would always like somebody to race against or have a talk with. But right now she kinda wanted to be the only one out there for a bit. She liked people coming after her but she didn't like going somewhere were somebody already was. Kay this is gonna sound pretty complicated but really it isn't if you get what i am saying. Cris likes people coming in on her but not her coming in on people. get it? Well anyways. She was alone for now.

Cristen had her firebolt 2003 on her shoulder. It was a pretty good broom but she was a little bit bummed because, she had left her fireboltXS basically the best broom ever at her house. She always got what she wanted for Christmas and that was what she wanted when she was fifteen. And she was darn good at it too. She was the best flyer in her family and her favortite posistion was. Seeker. Because she had great eye sight. And was really fast. she had a Qudditch set at her house. You know a bluder, a Quaffle, two bats, and a snitch. Cris could spot the snitch a pitch away. And could get there in about five seconds going top speed.

Finally she got to the pitch. Cristen saddled her broom and kicked off with termandous force. She went soaring about onehundered feet in the air. And then she was off. She took a few laps around the pitch but quickly became bored without any comany. She sighed and flew up to the goal posts. She stood up on her broom and walked onto the one in the middle. She sat down on the ring while her broom hovered in mid air.

[Kaley Prellop]

Kaley rolled out of bed later than normally, her hair a mess around her. She was still getting used to the new color of it, even though it had been that way for quite some time now. She yawned as she stretched, already pretty much awake. She was an early riser. It was only 8:00 am, but she generally woke up around 7:00 am. At least she'd managed to sleep in a little. She walked to her bathroom and cleaned herself up, trying to think of what to do.

While coming her hair, a thought occured to her: Why not go to the Quidditch Pitch? She hadn't been there since her first year when she had to take Flying as a class. She hadn't been very good, but maybe she could improve her skills now. Better late than never, right? Well, Kaley threw her brush on her bed and ran all the way to the pitch, only walking occasionally when she felt she couldn't run any longer. Finally making it there, she found someone already out there.

Kaley headed to the shack where all of the brooms were held (she'd never had enough money or desire to buy one of her own) and picked one out at random. She wasn't sure how to tell which were better than others, but figuredit wouldn't matter anyway. She wouldn't do well on any broom. Why take a better one when it would just end up crashing and becoming one of the worse ones. She shrugged and stepped back on the pitch, trying to find the girl. After a moment of searching, she found someone sitting in one of the rings.

Kaley got on her broom carefully, not wanting to fall already. She lifted off the ground slowly, taking her time. Then, she suddenly shot up, though not aware why. She hadn't meant to, and screamed for a split second before she realized how to stop. She quickly stopped, and about slid off the end forward. Laughing loudly, Kaley tried to turn toward the girl in the hoops. "Hey, you! How did you get on that?" she asked, curious. She wanted to try.

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Cris sighed and leaned her head on one of the sides of the hoops. After a while she figured that it was around 8:10. She heard a screem from the ground. It didn't last long. Then there was laughter. Wondering what it was she turned around facing the other way on the ring. There was a girl down there flying on a broom. Cris couldn't tell how old she was becuase she was kinda far away.

She heard her yell, "Hey, you! How did you get on that?" Cris grinned Yay someobdy had shown up. She smiled and then yelled back. "Dificultly!" Cris jumped and was hanging on the edge of the ring almost about to fall. She let go and fell about fifty feet. Her broom went shooting down wards. She had been holding onto it there before but now since nobody was ther it fell.

After a while it caught up with her Cris grabbed in and pulled up as hard as she could. SHe came down to the ground with a small thud but thankfully landed on her feet. Avoiding looking like a complete idiot in front of now what seemed to be a higher year. She gazed her head up looking at her in the air. Ype defanitly maybe a sixth or fifth year. Cris shot up in the air next to her and asked, "Are you a good flyer?"