.:: Abused By A Broomstick ::. (anyone+everyone)

[blackkat13]

"Aaah~!" I screamed as I crashed face-first into the frozen grass of the Quidditch pitch. I lay still on the cold ground, throbbing in pain as I wondered what had possessed me to do this. I lifted my head up slightly, the old cleansweep broom I had "borrowed" from the supply rooms lay innocently beside me- but otherwise I was completely alone. Thank goodness. I groaned, rolling onto my back and staring up at the sky. My body felt like one huge bruise. What did I expect anyways? Me being a muggle-born with zero flight experience. I could hardly coax the stupid broom off the ground much less control it. For the billionth time in the past thirty minutes I wished I hadn't missed the first flying lessons. Boy, I sure could've needed that guidance right about now. I glared down at the broom by my side.

"It's all your fault. If you would've listened to me we wouldn't have crashed." I said almost matter-of-factly, hey there was no one around to see me, I might as well talk to the broom. I stood, sweeping a little grass off my hopelessly stained jeans, thanking whoever invented durable denim. I squared my shoulders as zipped up my sweatshirt, okay no more mr. nice guy.

"Okay broom, you're gonna fly for me and you're gonna like it." I scooped the broom up and mounted it in one graceful move. That was about the only graceful thing I'd done all day I supposed. I clutched the handle of the broom tightly, locking my arms as I pushed off into the air. My stomach did cartwheels as I flew about thirty feet into the air, I was flying! I cried out with excitement- this was what kept me trying, the sudden andreline rush that you got when you lifted off. I tried for a lap around the pitch, my confidence booming, I could do this! This was easy! I thought too soon as my broom suddenly made a dive for the worse and brought me to fall down twenty feet to land oh-so-gracefully on my butt.
"Blasted Broomstick!" I swore at the once again innocent looking broom that lay a few feet away. I needed a teacher- and badly.

[ryanowl]

Ryan needed to get out of the castle, an dhe needed to bad. He hasnt had any fresh air in days and, being raised in a forest, he had a hard time being locked up. He was happy to be free of the castle finally. He had his modified Firebolt XS in his hand as he rad down the eteps to the Quidditch pitch,

About a half an hour ago, he changed out of his school robes and into his red kimono and pants. His robes constricted his movement and he dislaked them as much as anyone could, and he was happy to be out of them and into his customary outfit. He, at first, wanted to play one of his guitars, but changed his mand and grapped his broom and left.

Finally, he was at the Quidditch Pitch. It was one of his favorite places to be, besides the forest.Before he was past the stands, he, stil running, jumped onto his broom, and took off to the goal hoops 50 feet above the ground. He flew through the center hoop, and trabbed the top of it, an dheald himself on one hand, holding his broom outwards, and then let himself drop. Ryan was a giant showoff. It wasnt until he was 25 frrt to the ground did he notice the girl on the ground. before he hit the ground, he was on his groom, feet skimming the ground, and flying twards the ground.p

[blackkat13]

I was glaring daggers at the broom, positive it had it in for me when I noticed a sudden rush of air. I looked up, surprised to see a guy fly up to the goal hoops gracefully, fly through the biggest one, grab the top of it and hang there for a moment. I gaped at the sight as he finally noticed me and sped towards me on his broom. Then I smirked at my next thought. Show off. From what I had seen, I figured he was in a higher year than me, but that wasn't uncommon, after all, I'm only a firstie. And a stupid one at that, I thought thinking about my horrible broom handling.
Still, show off or not, he was good. I was in awe by his speed and poise on the broomstick, he made it look as if it were no harder than taking an evening stroll.

"Wow..."

I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be that good. Probably not, I thought dejectedly. Maybe he could- no, he wouldn't want to teach a hopeless firstie who could barely stay on the broom for five minutes. But then again, one could never tell with people, something I had learned very quickly in these past few days at Hogwarts.

[ryanowl]

Ryan pulled up a little as he sped twards the birl. As soon as he reached her, he whipped around, and landed back in front of her her. There was a smile, not a grin, but a simple smile as he looked at the gurl. Ryan, being almost seven feet tall, didnt look like he should be a seeker, but he was, and a very good flyer non the less.

"If I would have known there was someone already out here, i wouldnt have shown off so much. T'names Ryan Owl. Fith year Gryffindir, seeker, and show off."

Ryan bent down and heald out a hand to help up the girl. He wasnt around when she was falling off her broom, so he didnt know how good she flew.

"You fly well, of are you new at it?

[blackkat13]

I flushed when he mentioned his title. It was Ryan Owl- the Gryffindor seeker. No wonder he was so good. Then I realized I was still sitting on my butt where I had landed, oh-so-gracefully, just moments before he had come. Hopefully he hadn't seem my attrocious flying, which sounded as if he hadn't since he asked me how well I flew.

"I'm-er... Kat. Gryffindor Firstie."

I stretched my hand up nervously, I was never used to touching other people it was just. . . different I suppose. I let him help me up, it would seem rude not to acknowledge his helping hand after all. I grimaced as I answered his question. I resisted the urge to glare at the broom again, it had it in for me, I knew it.

"I'm well... Bloody terrible." I confessed to him. Standing next to him and his seven feet I felt like a dwarf. I was only around '5"2 or '5"3, he didn't even need to stand up straight to loom over me. I inwardly cursed my shortness and tall people, okay mostly tall people. Especially ones that loomed over me purposefully- it was irritating and people found it fun to irritate me. Just my luck.

[ryanowl]

Ryan stood back and gace Kat a quick lookover. It was a habbit of his he had picked up in his younger years. After he scanned her, then he looked over her broomstick. It was an old cleansweep model that looked dull against his Firebolt XS, that was now in his left hand. Ryan fellet bad that she was bad at flying, but she may be better than she thinks, sith some practice.

"You cant be that bad, but let me see you fly. I could help you, if you need it. I have healped more than one person out with flying.

Ryans yellow eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he spoke. He was nice enough to help her, if she needed it. He waited for Kat to take off.

[blackkat13]

I fidgeted under his searching gaze. His eyes yellow, so different from my blue-gray, seemed to read my mind. It felt weird being scanned over so closely, painfully aware of my grass stained jeans, old gray sweatshirt, and medium length slightly curled black hair that I hadn't had the time to straighten this morning, I figured it could be worse, my hair was actually behaving today so I didn't look super horrible. Not like I cared what people thought of me, I lied in my mind, knowing I was lying to myself and hating it. I swallowed, wondering if he would laugh when he saw my flying capability. Oh well, I thought, getting a grip on myself as I picked up the broom on the ground. Whatever happens, I told myself, I'll know I'll have tried my best. I mounteed the broom as gracefully as before, gritting my teeth as I concentrated. My arms locked and my knuckles turning white with the pressure in which I held the stick of the broom. Okay. Let's do this. I pushed off the ground, smiling at the rush of wind that accompanied my sudden upward acceleration. Under Ryan's calculating eyes I felt the need to impress him, the need not to embarress myself as I usually did. Obviously the broom had other plans. I made it up about twenty feet when the broom started to twist slightly. I clutched at the handle, sighing with relief when it stopped it's sudden movement. I pointed it downward, forcing it to slow down so that I looked as if I hadn't been quite so horrible. I glanced at Ryan to see what he thought, my attention wavering was just the thing the broom needed. it shifted it's speed and spinned, dropping me just a few feet away from Ryan. I felt my face grow hot and a blush spread across it. Embarrassing myself seemed to be becoming a habit of mine. I glared at the broom that was once again lying beside me, the blush on my cheeks obvious as I inwardly cursed the broom with every insult I knew. Not out loud of course, then it'd look like i was crazy or something. Which I was definately not.

[ryanowl]

Ryan's lightning yellow eyes fallowed Kat throughout her fly, collecting knowledge on her flying skill. She had potential, just the broom was a little off. He thought that it flying charm could be wearing out, but it could be a number of things, but he didn't want to think about everything that could be wrong.

Ryan, still watching, took a retaliating step backwards as Kat fell to the ground. She looked ok, but he still walked over and asked. She wasn't that High, but still...

"Well, if you had a different broom, then you should do better. The school brooms tend to get a little jumpy with age. Here, try out my Firebolt, you may find you will do better with an International Racing Broom."

Ryan smiled and handed Kat his Firebolt XS, and with spell modifications to it, it was one of the best in the world. She should find that it had a smooth ride, and turned at the lightest touch. It would take some getting use to, but it was easy to get the hang of.

[blackkat13]

My blush disappeared as he mentioned the school brooms getting a bit jumpy with their old age. Well that made sense, more so than my theory on how it had it in for me anyway. Then he handed me his Firebolt. I wasn't stupid, I knew how much they were worth. Lets just say much MUCH more than a muggle-born firstie could afford. I swallowed past a suddenly dry throat, what if I crashed it? One tentative corner of my rose colored lips tilted upward ever-so-slightly. The smile that was my own, it was the equivalent of a smile, and the full out smile teeth and all, was my nervous smile. I supposed that the broom would have spells against crashing, being as nice as it was. So I really had no excuse not to use his broom. He placed the broom in my hands where I held it gently, still unsure whether to try or not. I looked up at him, sure of the confusion showing on my face, if not in my eyes at least.

"Are you sure?" I asked nervously, voicing my previous thoughts. I wanted to ride it, oh-so-badly, but I didn't understand why he, a complete stranger would lend it to me. Then I thought about it and finally got the right idea, at least I thought I did, he was just that nice. Oh. Am I an idiot or what?

[ryanowl]

"Dont worry. I wave my wand on me, and dont worry about crashing. My broom stops in mid air if the rider is dismounted. I can stop your falling from a great height with a simple spell. So, in all words, I have nothing to lose, and you have everything to gain."

Ryan took astept beac, giving Kat some room to mount his Firebolt. She should be fine on my Firebolt. It will all be fine.Ryan smiled to himself and to Kat.

[blackkat13]

"Somehow," I said, swallowing past a sudden lump in my dry throat, " I knew you were going to say something like that." Of course I hadn't known exactly, I'm not like a mind reader or anything like that. It was just a guess, that was proven correct. Why am I always right? Well on the brightside I wouldn't possibly be able to cause myself more embarrassment as I had earlier. That's the brightside? Wow, I really have to work on my optimism. It was getting pretty narcotic.

Glancing sideways at Ryan as I swung my leg over the broom shaft, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. People were such a mystery to me, even being the luckly guesser as I was. They still never ceased to amaze me. Then the moment of curiosity was gone while I wondered what I was thinking as I prepared myself to kick off again. I breathed deeply. Inhale. . . Exhale. . . Just chill Kat, everything will be fine. I think. I forgoed the thoughts that ran through my mind and just cleared everything, just fly. I pushed off, feeling the difference of the old cleansweep versus the new firebolt. A much MUCH smoother ride.

My stomach turned flip-flops and my heart raced. Flying was so exhilarating, no matter how horrible you were. I decided to not go so high, just in case I would fall off. I knew Ryan would be able to cast his charm fast, but I still wanted to be safe, besides, I wanted speed more than anything. I hovered at around fifteen or twenty feet, trying to choose which way to go. I decided for a clockwise lap around the pitch, if I could make it that was. I floored it. (so to speak) Not understanding the full acceleration potential of the Firebolt series. Never again. Never again will I under estimate them. Never. I shot off, the wind blowing my hair out of my face and it felt as if my breath had been left yards behind me. I tried for a turn, and so used to the impossible turning of the cleansweep I pushed very forcefully on it. Oh it did exactly what I wanted of course, just way faster and much more sudden. I think I yelped a bit as it suddenly sped off in the designated direction back towards Ryan. Note to self, learn how to control different types of brooms.

[ryanowl]

Ryan wmiled as Kat was off like a rocket on his Firebolt. She seemed, from what he could see, surprised at its capabilities, but, with time, she would get use to it. He would not always lend out his Firebolt, even for a quick flight, but it made him feel good to see it.

Now, with her speeding around the pitch, he had a feeling that she would be exlierated by it, but would still come down to him, and she did just that. Ryan waited for her to come down to him. Otherwise, he did not move.

[blackkat13]

By now I had the hang of the broom, at least i was pretty sure I did. I slowed and dropped altitude, skimming my feet over the grass as Ryan had only a bit before. It was such a wonderful experience I wondered how he could even force himself to land. But exhilarated and excited as I was, it was still his broom. Which, despite his sudden offer, I knew he didn't share much. I landed for the first time without falling and swung my leg off his broom, smiling all the while. I thought I had handled it quite well, at least much better than with that 'ole cleansweep model.

I smiled one of my biggest and brightest at Ryan who was watching, unmoving, from the place I had left him. I held out his broom, the smile never leaving my eyes or face.

"Thanks, that was the best." I said simply, there was hardly any other words to put to my feeling. I was extremely grateful to Ryan, if he hadn't come I would've never gotten the idea, but not the hang of, flying. All hail Ryan Owl, Gryffie seeker. Inwardly I smirked, I wasn't usually so easy to please, but hey, it was flying. That was my weak spot and I didn't care who knew it.

[ryanowl]

"Well, now that you can use a broom fairly well, lets see you try on the school broom. You cant be bad after my broom. in fact, you should be better with yours."

Ryan gave Kat a toothy grin, reveiling slightly overlarge kanine teeth. It gave him a carniverous look. he didnt mid though, almost everything else about Ryan wasn't normal, everyone knew that. RYan then took his broom.

"I will wait here for you, and try not to fall off this time. It is not very elegant for anyone to do or see."

Ryan was joking, becaise the smile was on his face.

[blackkat13]

I scooped up the old broom with more confidence than before. I hadn't fallen off one of the fastest brooms, the broom in use by none other than the gryffie seeker as well. I could do this. I smirked at his next comment, the corner of my mouth twisting up into another teasing half smile.

"Well I shall try to be as elegant as possible so that my experience is pleasant to behold." I said this with mock seriousness, the smile never leaving my face as I mounted the broom that I had been afraid of only moments before. All of a sudden I was glad I had decided to come on the pitch today, despite the many bruises I knew were going to appear I was enjoying myself.

This time I didn't rush my take off, pushing off the ground only as hard as I needed to I slowly floated up into the air. Okay, so far so good. I tried for a upward spiral and found it much easier than before. A bit wobbly, but much better. I had the hang of it, if not a great control of it. I spiraled back down to Ryan, just a few feet above the ground but not getting off. He'd been standing around for a while, did he not want to ride around on his broom? I would gladly watch from my vantage point on my broom, or even gladlier race him- I would for sure lose, but it would be fun all the same. So I hovered there, of want to ask him, but unsure how to put it without sounding cocky- of which I was not.