Post by trace12 on Nov 5, 2007 17:00:50 GMT -5
A few days ago, Trace received the quidditch position of beater for his house during try outs. His goal was not set for that position, he had no intention of even apply for beater, but it didn't stop him. He finally had succeeded and was on a real quidditch team. House wise. Of course he was mighty happy. He was so happy that he finally came to the point where he had the guts to owl his parents of his success when they would have returned, and probably asked them for a broom too, a Nimbus 2001 was on his mind. He didn't want a super fast broom because it would have only disturbed his route. As he had thought about before, a route had to be planned at the begining of a match to analyze the field and find possible openings. These routes were created by his Grandmother during her quidditch time as a professional and a minor. She called them the Badger's Route. Pretty self-explanatory since she was in the Hufflepuff House. The Badger's Route consists of a swift swim throughout the field at a certain amount of speed and acceleration that could follow his maneuvers. These routes were supposed to be for the Chaser position, which he had not obtained. Yet, during his success he also failed, but he didn't want to tell himself that. The envious person that seemed to always hide inside him would burst with anger and guilt.
Trace was taking his steps throughout the field. This was actually the first time he was able to catch a clear image of the field. Without the clouds and roaring thunder, and the ever so hazardous rain, he felt this warming feeling of content and happiness. The clear sky gave him hope and joy. The sun beamed it's ray towards him, as it began to ascend above him, slowly, while observing the sky. He was feeling okay today. No classes right now, so it was a perfect time to practice his beater route that he was coming up with at the time. A beater route...it should consist of more attack, rather than defensive dodge maneuvers...all attack now. If I'm right, I also have to get a good picture of the field and it's surroundings, my aim has to be exact, followed by my strength...which is not very good at my age. He thought. Finally, ascending his feet to take his step, charging toward the midpoint of the field as he hoped on the broom while struggling for control, and once again he flew off with the burst of speed. At the moment, he didn't have his bat with him, or any bludgers moving around the field. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to get the equipments or even where it was, so he decided to work only on his route for the start. Taking a few laps around the field again.
Trace was taking his steps throughout the field. This was actually the first time he was able to catch a clear image of the field. Without the clouds and roaring thunder, and the ever so hazardous rain, he felt this warming feeling of content and happiness. The clear sky gave him hope and joy. The sun beamed it's ray towards him, as it began to ascend above him, slowly, while observing the sky. He was feeling okay today. No classes right now, so it was a perfect time to practice his beater route that he was coming up with at the time. A beater route...it should consist of more attack, rather than defensive dodge maneuvers...all attack now. If I'm right, I also have to get a good picture of the field and it's surroundings, my aim has to be exact, followed by my strength...which is not very good at my age. He thought. Finally, ascending his feet to take his step, charging toward the midpoint of the field as he hoped on the broom while struggling for control, and once again he flew off with the burst of speed. At the moment, he didn't have his bat with him, or any bludgers moving around the field. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to get the equipments or even where it was, so he decided to work only on his route for the start. Taking a few laps around the field again.