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Post by user1991 on Jul 1, 2008 13:12:28 GMT -5
Zayne couldn't remember feeling happier than he did at this very moment. He was walking on to the Quidditch pitch dressed in a loose fitting dark blue tee shirt and worn out but well fitted jeans, clutching the handle of his new Firebolt tightly in his hands and looking up into the overcast sky with delight. He couldn't have picked a better day to learn how to fly. If he was lucky, he might be able to get high enough today to be able to fly into the lower clouds. It was probably one of the main reasons he'd decided he wanted to learn how to play Quidditch. Back in his second year, there had been an amazing match between his own Hufflepuff and Slytherin set in a heavy thunder storm. The players had been zooming in and out of the clouds like tiny little yellow and green butterflies, soaked by rain and completely windblown. And to actually be able to touch the clouds he loved to watch so much, well, it looked like the most wonderful thing in the world.
So with a grin that nearly split his face in two, Zayne jogged the rest of the way out onto the pitch, his gloves in one hand and a dark blue and black lightning striped bike helmet under the arm that was holding his broom. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that just because he'd memorized every theory of Flying book that he could get his hands on over the past year or so that he wouldn't fall right off just like he had the first few times he tried to kick off during his first year classes. He had never actually been able to get more than a couple of inches off the ground before he either toppled off or the broom shot out from underneath him or something else would happen that would end up with him having fallen yet again. He was entirely too unbalanced. It had taken him twice as long as his best friend to finally learn how to steady his bike on two wheels, and this broom had no wheels at all. Zayne kicked himself mentally for not having brought knee and elbow pads as well.
The pitch was completely deserted and Zayne felt a little disappointed. He had kinda been hoping that maybe there were other people out flying around as well that he could watch and maybe learn from. Still, it was probably better that he learn alone anyway. He always felt less inhibitions while alone, and it was possible that practice alone rather than in front of a class might be just what he needed. It would have been nice to be able to have someone kinda help him the way Jerrod had, but Zayne hadn't really opened up to many people during his time at Hogwarts, and so he had lots of acquaintances, but no one he felt close enough to ask to watch him make a fool of himself on a broom and give him pointers. The fact the he was a muggle-born kinda limited his options as well. And being the quiet type, he hadn't exactly made an impression on much of anyone.
Pushing aside all thoughts that weren't related to flying or Quidditch, Zayne paused in the middle of the green and mounted his broom, mentally going over all the highlighted passages and relative knowledge while preparing himself for the bumps and bruises he was sure to pick up today.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 3, 2008 4:26:58 GMT -5
Having allowed himself a couple of extra hours of indulgence this morning, he finally woke up and, with a small, content sigh, resigned to get up. Fifteen minutes later, and it was finally happening. Rolling out of bed and scratching a niggling little itch on his abdomen, he avoided the sight of the scars covering his entire torso as he moved past the full-length mirror beside his bed and journeyed over the soft carpet to his trunk and tipped the lid open. Rummaging around for a moment or two, he finally pulled out several items of clothing and threw them unceremoniously onto his messed up bed.
Half an hour later, he was fully dressed and reaching for his broomstick, currently leaning against the nearest corner. He noticed, with pleasure, that his white training shirt and navy blue training pants still fit him well; he hadn’t used them in over a month, afterall. With one last half-discontented sigh into the mirror, he grabbed his gloves from the bedside table and started out of the dorm room, leaving behind a disturbing lack of people. He hadn’t had a room mate in what seemed like forever, though in his previously depressed state it had been almost a blessing to have the room to himself at night or, rather, whenever he had needed it.
Traipsing down the marble corridor of the fourth floor, he smiled to a few people he recognised passing by and eventually made it down to the Great Hall. Popping in and dropping onto the nearest end of the Ravenclaw table, he selected a few things to eat and quickly shoveled them down, finishing with a glass of orange juice and promptly making his way back out of the hall and down into the grounds. Treading across the slightly muggy grass, obviously recently rained on, he squelched down onto the pitch and found he wasn’t the only one with the same idea.
Watching him set himself in the middle of the pitch, dressed in jeans and a casual shirt, he couldn’t help but smile slightly, wondering by his stance and the way he stood over his broom rather than simply hopped on it how often he had previously flown. Assuming not much, but not entirely sure as some flyers were a bit timid in their approach, he made his way toward the unfamiliar boy and offered a friendly hello, pulling his gloves on as he went.
His entire body felt the desperate need, now so close, to be up in the air, soaring around on this unusually fine winter’s day. After D’rorah had disappeared, he had attempted to fly for pleasure once; resulting in him feeling even worse about everything – guilty that he was free to fly and she was most probably not. Since then, over the past few months, he had restricted himself only to intensive training sessions that required so much concentration he’d been able to distract himself from the world and tire his body enough that he could actually manage a few hours sleep. Having deprived himself of a weightless flight for so long, he felt he could wait a few minutes longer as he waited for a reply from the Hufflepuff boy and held an easy smile.
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 4, 2008 7:43:35 GMT -5
The Great Hall was ful of students when Mike entered for breakfast. But it was no matter for him. He, in an Hufflepuff Quidittch suit, went to some 1st-class Hufflepuff girls, said a bit voiceless: "Hi, all....!!!" And grabbed 6 pieces of bread. "Hi, Mike!!!" said the girls..."what´s up? Practice...?" "Uhm, yes..." he said while putting some salami and cheese on the first piece of bread and covering it with the second piece... "Uhm, can you please give me some cheese...?" "Serious??" said one girl.."and what will be that when you´re finished?" "A real big sandwich..." Mike said, who already used his 4th piece of bread. "And you´re sure that it´ll fit inyour mouth?" said another girl. "I think, this is my problem." said Mike with a little grin. He finished his sandwich and moved out of the great hall while saying to the girls "See you..!!!" With his big sandwich in his hand he fetched a broomstick out of the locker and leaved the castle entering cold, fresh air. He early saw someone already flying, but he couldn´t see who the one was. He ate a piece of his sandwich, with a bit difficulty. "Hmm, they were right. It´s too big." He passed the lake and threw a piece of his sandwich away. The octopus took ths piece at once and vanished as quickly as he came. Mike tried to eat his sandwich again. "Mhhh, delicious. Now it fits..." While eating he moved towards the pitch, passed the entrance and saw that there were two guys, one more than expected. One of them was a new face. But the other guy was a bit familiar. "Dylan?" he said to himself, watching him.
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Post by user1991 on Jul 9, 2008 16:40:09 GMT -5
Zayne wasn't really aware of anything else as his mind turned inwards to view his memorized tips and pointers from various books and interviews, hoping to find his ability in simple study yet again. Still, there wasn't much hope. Luckily, Zayne was saved from his odd mental exercise when the sound of a voice reached him. Pulling himself out of his mind, he turned his head a little to the left, getting a good view of a boy about his age pulling on gloves and walking toward him carrying a broom and looking very comfortable with it. Zayne immediately loosened his grip on his own broom's handle and let a friendly smile curve his lips.
"Hey yourself," Zayne called to the newcomer as he approached. The other guy seemed very familiar with the pitch and walked with a confidence that was noticeable. "Nice day, eh?" Zayne gestured to the clouds, half expecting a negative response the way he usually received, but there wasn't a chance when another boy, someone Zayne vaguely recognized as being from his own house, walked up and offered a greeting to the other boy, Dylan. Zayne's smile was open and friendly as he looked back and forth between the other two who it seemed knew each other.
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 10, 2008 3:48:54 GMT -5
Of course he knew Dylan. He could remember their meeting in the bathroom in the second floor The evening when they met first time. It just began with Tasha who didn´t find the Hufflepuff Common Room.....Mike became mental absent again, he just had got Tasha in mind....till another boy, older than him who Mike didn´t noticed yet, started to speak: Hey yourself. Nice day, eh?" The guy seemed to talk to either one of them smiling, but Mike didn´t knew if he was the one. "Uhmm....talking to me???" Mike didn´t know the guy but he could bet that there were three Quidditch player on the pitch..... "Do you all play Quidditch, too?" If his thought was true, he would practise with at least one "rival". But this wouldn´t be a reason for him to leave the pitch. No, it would be more fun than practising alone. And Mike could watch, how good he is compared with other players. So he could prepare for his first match.off: I hope this post is now okay, Dylan
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Post by user1991 on Jul 11, 2008 12:16:41 GMT -5
"Sure, if you wanna answer," Zayne said in response to his house mate's question. He didn't care who answered since it was more rhetorical than anything. Of course it was a beautiful day! Clouds hanging low, the threat of more rain in the air, the rumble of distant thunder; perfect! Then the smaller boy, he must have been a first year, mentioned Quidditch. Zayne perked up at this. With the practice gear the first guy had on and the smaller one actually asking about Quidditch, there was a chance that he might get lucky.
"I don't exactly play yet," he said with a half grin. "I kinda need to learn how to fly first, ya know?" Zayne held up his broom and shrugged. I was never good at the whole riding a floating stick thing. I've got great balance on my feet, but take my ground away and I'm boned." Zayne chuckled a little, then tried mounting his broom again, probably looking pretty awkward. "But I do plan on trying out for the team once I get the hang of this. I could use some pointers if either of you got a minute?" Zayne glanced more at Dylan than the younger boy when he said this, even though the kid probably knew more about flying than he did. Either way, he bet that he could learn more from watching these two zoom around than he ever had in class.
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 11, 2008 12:32:37 GMT -5
"I don't exactly play yet. I kinda need to learn how to fly first, ya know?" he told them. "So he may be one of my team mates" Mike thought. He couldn´t wait for an non-solo training anymore. The whole month he went to the broomstick chamber, grabbed one school broomstick and practised alone: flying basics and some manoveours, he even practised sometimes with the golden snitch. But, he remembered, it was really awkward with an old "Comet Two-Sixty", a broomstick overlapped for two decades. So Mike just thought about his birthday, in a few weeks he´ll be 12. He´ll get money from his family. And with this money he wanted to buy an own broomstick. An better one. A broomstich who can compete with the brooms of the other seekers.
"So we will be team mates, I hope so." He walked towards Zayne and want to give him his hand while introducing himself: "I-..I´m Michael-Thomas Homewood, just call me Mike. I´m 1st year Hufflepuff student and Quidditch seeker. Nice to meet you." "I hope it is nice even for him to meet me....." he thought. He could really remember his situation in primary school. And he don´t want to repeat it. Not again......
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Jul 12, 2008 21:25:44 GMT -5
Katherine woke up to a wonderful sight – a winter day that promised excellent flying weather. She hadn’t yet had the chance to try out the Firebolt her Da and Maman had gotten her for Christmas, and she wanted to take a crack at it before the next round of Quidditch tryouts. Katherine had heard rumor that the Ravenclaw team needed members desperately, but since she was still an “ickle firstie” she wasn’t getting her hopes up. But still, flying practice was never wasted . . .
Katherine bundled herself up in her favorite flying outfit of navy turtleneck and warm hand-knit wool jumper over warm pants and her favorite old riding boots. She wound a muffler around her neck, jammed the matching cabled hat over her black hair, and grabbed the fingerless gloves she’d finished knitting two days ago. The Ravenclaw stopped by the Great Hall only long enough to make herself a hasty breakfast sandwich, and then pelted down to the Quidditch pitch, Firebolt at the ready.
The young woman hesitated, as she saw three figures already on the pitch. Two of the boys were obviously older, but Katherine thought she recognized the younger as one of her fellow first years, although from Hufflepuff. Katherine sighed inwardly. Blast her shyness anyway! But she did need to make more friends. The young woman squared her shoulders and marched forward onto the pitch, broom in hand. "Hoy there!” she shouted in a clear carrying voice. “Anyone care to give a firstie some pointers? I’m trying out my new broom this morning.”
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 14, 2008 7:54:37 GMT -5
Noticing a new arrival on the pitch, he recognised the face of Michael, the Hufflepuff he had met and been in two minds about in Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom. Receiving a reply from the first boy he had met on the grass that morning, he offered a happy smile to his fellow fifth year. “Very nice, almost perfect for flying,” he replied, wishing perhaps for slightly warmer weather. It got terribly cold up in the air most of the time.
As Mike spoke up once more, he nodded once or twice, indicating that he did indeed play the wizarding sport. Looking back toward Zayne as he responded, he grinned in return and nodded once more. “Sure, where do I begin?” he said lightheartedly, completely willing to help out someone eager to fly. Turning his head toward the stadium entrance as the younger boy extended a hand and introduced himself, he saw another student, female this time, make her way onto the Quidditch Pitch. Noticing how warmly bundled up she was, he couldn’t help but extend his grin.
He recognised her as a member of his own house, though didn’t think he’d ever formally met her; just seen her around. Surprised by her bold introduction to them, he guessed that this morning was a morning beginners deemed decent to train. He wasn’t sure how much experience Michael had in flying, either, but since he hadn’t led on that he needed training or practice when it came to actually staying on a broomstick, Dylan simply assumed he knew the basics of what he was doing, if not more.
More eager than anything to be up in the air, he supposed he could delay it for another few minutes in order to help them out a bit. “So what do you want to know?” he asked, leaving the question completely open to both Katherine and the other fifth year. His eyes lingering on Zayne as he mounted his broom, he couldn’t help the small smirk from cropping onto his features.
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 15, 2008 3:40:19 GMT -5
Mike turned his head towards the pitch entrance hearing some steps behind him. A girl in his age joined the group. Mike never saw the girl before, she seemed to be new. "Hoy there! Anyone care to give a firstie some pointers? I’m trying out my new broom this morning.” she shouted. At these words he looked at her broomstick, but had no idea how good this broomstick is. But something seemed to be obvious. Even as a muggle-borned student he would bet his whole saved money that Katherine´s broom would beat the school brooms very easy. He really needed his money he would get for his birthday in two weeks. He needed a broomstick which can compete with other ones. "Oh, hi there..." were the only words he found just in time. But, in his opinion, that could be a funny practice....three guys and a girl in at least two different teams. He didn´t know in which house Zayne and Katherine were, but he thought about an 2 on 2-practice. He answered Katherine´s question: "I can practise with you, if you want, although I´m a seeker"
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Post by user1991 on Jul 15, 2008 12:46:21 GMT -5
Zayne almost laughed out loud as he saw yet another figure approach the pitch, broom in hand. This one was a girl, at least, he thought so. She was so bundled up that he almost couldn't tell. But once she shouted out that she was looking for pointers, Zayne grinned and felt his hopes lift. He wasn't alone! Of course... as soon as Zayne felt the lift, he felt embarrassment creep up into his cheeks. She had to be a firstie. So one first year who could fly already, and another who was just trying out a new broom and could probably already fly better than him. What the crap. Physically fighting the red he knew had to be touching his face now, he glanced around at the other two guys, hoping they hadn't yet made that connection.
It was only then that he realized that he seemed to be the least clothed of the bunch. In a tee shirt and jeans, he felt oddly under dressed. He glanced up at the sky, figuring it probably was cold to them. It was still pretty early in the year, and temperatures hadn't gotten very high. But Zayne, used to jogging shirtless in the snow, didn't really feel the wind and biting air any more than if it were a cool breeze. He'd had to adapt pretty quickly from his usual forty to fifty degrees in the winter at home to winters that reached below zero here at school. What really sucked was that once the weather started to get nice here, he had to go home to a dry, overly sunny one hundred and ten degree summer. Bleh. Cold weather rules.
Zayne glanced back at Dylan, catching the question and having his mind drawn back to the situation at hand. He didn't seem to have noticed Zayne's little issue with learning how to ride a broom with a first year girl yet, but he did give Zayne an odd sort of smile. Zayne's subconscious mind automatically noticed, captured, and filed away every movement the young man made for future review. However, his conscious mind quickly dismissed it, his attention more focused on how Dylan had mounted the broom. Zayne copied the movement, realizing that the broom seemed to sit better in his hands. Cool! I was sure I did that the first time, but whatever. If I gotta do it, and he seems willing to give me some pointers, I may as well take advantage of it. This is kinda spooky, though, he thought, a crooked sort of grin turning up his lips. How weird is it that we all came out here at the exact same time to fly around in a storm. Fate? The next second, Zayne had shrugged off the thoughts and turned his attention toward the group.
"Looks like we're in the same boat," he called to the girl. "I was just asking these gentlemen for some pointers as well. I'm trying out my new... er, well, I'm trying out flying!" Zayne grinned widely and reached up to rub the back of his neck unconsciously, once again fighting the blush. "Maybe we can do this together." He glanced back at Dylan questioningly. "Unless, I mean it's you're dime, man. How do you wanna work it?" Zayne thought that he would personally feel better with someone his age giving his tips rather than someone four years younger than him, not to mention about two feet shorter. Not that he would turn down any assistance, but it was already hard enough to keep from turning into a beet in front of this group as it was.
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Jul 15, 2008 13:26:36 GMT -5
Katherine grinned over at the older Ravenclaw, recognizing him from the Common Room. “Oh, hi there! You’re Dylan, right? I think I’ve run into you in our Common Room once or twice.” She also flashed a grin at the other older boy, sensing that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be flying around the pitch with two firsties. “Are you in fifth year too? Sorry if I’m intruding on everyone’s fun, but it’s fantastic flying weather.” The young Ravenclaw grinned and shucked off her hat and scarf. “Looks like I won’t need these after all, especially once I get moving.”
Katherine tilted her head to the side at Dylan’s question. “Anything really. I know down and dirty ‘backyard’ flying from my crazed pack of cousins back home. What I need to learn is how to fly right and by the regs for a game here," she said merrily, pointing to the Pitch. “And if they’re going to let us poor first years try out for Beaters or not. I hear rumor Ravenclaw could use one, and that’s what I played at home.” She pushed up the arm of her sweater, and the boys could all see faint scars on her right arm among the whipcord muscles. “Got these this past summer from a splintered bludging bat. My cousins play rough.”
Katherine grinned when the older boy admitted it was his first time flying. “Fantastic! I think you’ll love it. It’s exhilarating.” The raven-haired girl looked over at Dylan, her blue eyes flashing, then back to the older boy. “By Merlin and Morgan, Dylan and I can talk regulations any time in the Common Room. Let him focus on you and give you pointers, and I’ll go fly a few laps with my year mate here. I don’t mind. You should enjoy your first ride out and up.” She held out a hand toward Zayne. “By the way,” she said blushing, “my name’s Katherine. Katherine Marie Knightswood. Pleased to meet you.” She grinned at Mike and held out her other hand. “And you as well. Hufflepuff, right?”
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Post by Michael-Thomas Homewood on Jul 16, 2008 4:02:20 GMT -5
Mike looked very odd at Katherine. He never met a girl talking so much at once, neither his sister nor his housemates. Finally Katherine started to talk to him: “By the way, my name’s Katherine. Katherine Marie Knightswood. Pleased to meet you. And you as well. Hufflepuff, right?” Mike noticed that Katerine blushed, but it could be that she is just as shy as Mike himself, so he thought. He shook her hand and introduced himself grinning: "Uhm...yes, I´m Hufflepuff. I´m Michael-Thomas Homewood, just call me Mike. Nice to meet you, too." If he understood her right she wanted t fly some lap with him, what shouldn´t be a problem. Well, there was a problem: the school broomstick. "But I´ll warn you. My broomstick. A bit slower and it would fly backwards..." His grin growed. "I´m glad when it´ll be my birthday in 2 weeks, so I´ll buy an own one."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jul 16, 2008 5:08:44 GMT -5
Noticing him alter his position on the broom, Dylan smiled. "It's not too hard once you get the hang of it," he offered lightly, knowing that when he'd first discovered the wonders of a broomstick he'd spent a fair few days trying to get on and stay on; he'd only been four, but still. After the balancing and the avoidance of crashing came speed, and following that extra things like skills and true control. Depending on the learner, the talent was quite easy to pick up and most people he knew of took to it relatively fast; the obvious exception being D'rorah, the thought of which brought a small, laughing smile to his features.
Seeing the nervous tendancies presented, he wondered if maybe the Hufflepuff was shy or just nervous. Either way, he wasn't sure that anyone could fail to notice how he rubbed the back of his neck so dubiously. As Zayne directed another comment his way, he nodded. "If you like," he replied, feeling it was better to let Holden decide what he wanted. It was always the best way to learn, he found; you didn't gain nearly as much from learning someone else's ways as you did by finding your own.
His attention caught by Katherine, he moved his eyes toward her and smiled in return to her own grin. "Yeah, hey," he said, not altogether sure of her name. As House Prefect he met a lot of students, but didn't really have a thing for names. Taking in her reply and wondering whether or not the younger Ravenclaw and older Hufflepuff would want to be taught together - not exactly an ideal situation - he was saved he bother when she suggested her and Michael do a few laps around the pitch. That suggestion alone causing him to smile quite happily in her direction, he made a small note to himself to try and talk to her a bit more.
Laughing slightly at her comment about whether or not 'they' would let first years try out or not, he decided to reply. "I am currently trialling any years for the position of Beater," he offered, obviously having failed to put on his Quidditch Captain's badge this morning. He hated wearing badges with his training uniform, anyway. Wincing slightly as she revealed her arm, he found himself slightly impressed. She seemed tough for a first year, probably helped along by all the rougher play she participated in at home.
Finally having her name revealed, he stored the information away and was just thankful it had come up before he awkwardly had to ask for it. As she turned to Mike, he flicked his gaze back over to Zayne. "Hey, I'm Dylan, by the way," he said with a friendly smile, then proceeding to assess the grip of his hands better. Seeing they were set fairly regularly, he grinned. "Just make sure it always feels natural to you, otherwise things get awkward that high up in the sky," he said with a small smile and a relatively quiet voice that he usually used. "All you need to do is point the tip upwards and give a light push off the ground; just don't overthink anything." Demonstrating by having his broom on a small slant upwards, he bent his knees slightly and gave a light push off the relatively set ground, his broom rising steadily even as it moved forward at a modest pace. Swirving back around to see how Zayne handled it, he smiled encouragingly, ready to support him mentally or physically should he need it.
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Post by user1991 on Jul 16, 2008 14:41:41 GMT -5
Zayne sort of let out a small unbelieving bark of a laugh under his breath as everything seemed to work it self out for him. The first years had decided to pair off for a fly around the pitch; it would hopefully keep their attention focused somewhere else as he figured out how to get up... after falling down. Dylan introduced himself properly and Zayne nodded back, about to do the same when his eyes were drawn back to the young girl and the hand that was directed his way for a brief second.
Zayne didn't quite catch everything she had said, or why her hand was there, but she sure was chattering away. As she waited for him to react, Zayne took a split second to slow things down and let his mind catch up to what was happening. He took that split second to rewind his memories and replay what she had been saying. A small screen popped up inside of his mind and the replay sped forward. And as soon as the girl - who eventually introduced herself and Katherine - began speaking, Zayne immediately liked her attitude. If only because of the fact that she loved the idea of flying in this weather. It was enough to automatically endear her to him, and Zayne smiled warmly at her enthusiasm. She was bubbly, noisy and quite unlike his sister, even though she was about the same age. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fly around with the two of them once he figured out the basics. Plus she really seemed to like Quidditch, and even had the scars to prove it. Zayne hoped he could get away from his Quidditch experience without any scars, but if an eleven year old had them, there wasn't much hope of that.
"Zayne Holden" he said, both in response to Katherine's and Dylan's introductions when he'd finally caught up back to real time. He took Katherine's hand, gently squeezing it once and smiling warmly at her before letting it drop so she could move on to Mike as he turned his attention back to Dylan after the short pause. Zayne watched the other boy closely as he gave his softly spoken instructions and then pushed off into the air, balancing himself on his own broom while making it look natural and easy. Just don't over think it, Zayne thought, adjusting his grip and looking up into the sky at Dylan moving steadily upward. That's easy enough. His mind immediately kicking up an image of every picture of a beginning stance he'd seen in every book, every passage specific to kicking off and a slow-motion video of how Dylan had just easily and lightly leapt into the air, Zayne jumped.
As soon as he did, the broom shot forward, jerking out of Zayne's overly tight grip and almost pulling his arm along with it as it flew, which pulled Zayne's airborne momentum forward and caused the tall boy to fall unceremoniously onto his face in a particularly wet patch of muddy grass while his broom glided down, hitting the ground and skidding to a halt a few feet away.
//OOC: Just a note, heheh. Things didn't actually slow down in real time, Zayne's mind just kicked into hyper speed, so to him things seem to go really slow. He can't move really fast or anything, just think. Sometimes... ^_^ \\
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