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Post by lily luna potter on May 8, 2011 15:31:50 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Armed with a broomstick over her shoulder and dressed in gear appropriate for flying, she walked towards the center of the pitch, her eyes scanning the sky, taking in the weather. The azure sky overhead was scattered with random fluff of clouds, the sun shining weakly as it made it's graceful way towards the horizon. In a few hours, dusk would set and the breeze that blew about, toying with her hair and coloring her cheeks a flushed shade of pink, would become cooler. Mounting the broom with ease that came of years of practice, she kicked off into the air with a grace she never displayed on the ground, having a knack of knocking things over - something she attributed to having the knobbly knees of her father. It felt good to fly, as the wind whipped at her face and her hair, and letting out a whoop of joy, she began circling the stadium at a break neck phase, her laughter ringing out behind her.
Initially, she had planned on coming to the pitch with a few of her Hufflepuff friends who were somewhat alright on a broomstick - but in the last second they'd dropped out, claiming they were busy with homework. Lily had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the fact that none of her friends could fly for their lives on a broomstick - she was the only one of her cliche to be on the Quidditch team. Flying was in her blood, her parent's were amazing on a broom - she'd seen them on the occasions they played against her Weasley Uncle's during the holidays. It appeared to her that of the grown up, only Aunt Hermione and Uncle Percy wanted nothing to do with Quidditch, something she found to be ridiculous as the thrill of flying remained unbeaten in the ecstasy it provided. In the air, she was free to be anything - a vulture, a robin, a fly. She could almost pretend she was seeing the world through the eyes of the birds of prey, note the little black dots on the ground that she could victimize and hunt, take in her mouth and devour their flesh - how gracefully birds seemed to move, how calculated their every act was.
She pointed the tip of her wand towards the ground, feeling the roar of the wind as she raced against it, pulling up just as she was close to the ground, her toes skimming the grass. Somewhere far away, in the castle, her peers would be changing for dinner. Her thoughts turned to her brothers, of the days they'd spend in the Weasley's orchard playing Quidditch with her cousins. She'd always loved those moments. She'd always loved having people around her. She tried not to focus on the fact that she was alone now, that she should've stayed in the common room and read a book or something, or at least read up on History of Magic as it wasn't one of her strongest points, when she saw a shadow approaching on the ground - company.
RAMBLING, I KNOW, BUT IT'S MY FIRST POST AS A LILY POTTER. xD |
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Post by albus severus potter on May 8, 2011 15:42:34 GMT -5
Albus shut his book and sighed. He looked up and adjusted his eyes to his surroundings remembering that he was by the lake. He yawned, stretched, and flicked out his cigarette. He stood up slowly placing his book into his bag and he started walking away, he had enough solitude time for one day he decided to go find people....keep up with being somewhat social. He started walking towards the Quidditch pitch having a weird feeling that one of his siblings was there....they always were. They spent more time there then studying and doing their homework. Albus scowled at the thought but he did admire their dedication.
Upon approaching the pitch he did hear the sound of a broom swooshing against the wind and he smiled, having the urge to fly himself which was unusual. Albus didn't play quidditch he was the one in the family that did not play. He did for his 3rd and 4th year but decided that he had no desire to be constantly competing with his older brother James....who out shined him on the pitch. But Albus did like to fly. He walked into the pitch and narrowed his blue eyes on the figure in the air....yep....he was right it was his sister Lily. He smiled at his younger sister and he could sense her enthusiasm about flying and how excited she was.
He leaned against one of the goal posts and folded his ams across her chest and he watched her for awhile, she was extremely graceful when flying and he envied her for it. He started to reach in his pocket for another cigarette but decided against it.....for Lily hated him smoking. He sighed debating whether to just leave her to her flying or whether he should call out to her. She might just want to be left alone and practice her skills........Albus decided that was the plan and he turned and started walking towards the exit of the pitch.
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Post by lily luna potter on May 10, 2011 15:35:05 GMT -5
there's a fire starting in my heart reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP !
Soaring just a bit higher to get a better look at the silhoutte walking away from the pitch, she noted the familiar messy dark hair and the walk that had always reminded her of a cat - sleek and mysterious, just as her older brother Albus was. Excitement flooded through her veins and made her guide the broomsticks towards the disappearing figure with her fingers, and as the broom carried her towards him she cried out, "Watch out!" till she was almost upon him, when she let go and fell on his back, tackling him to the ground. "Albus Severus Potter, how dare you walk away without speaking to me?" There was a giddy happiness in her voice, relief at being in the company of her family, exuberant at making the fall without breaking any bones or harming her brother, and the high that flying gave her. "Way to make me feel insignificant, Al." She said, rolling off him to lie on the ground with her arms stretched out, facing towards the sky though her eyes were on him and there was a grin on her smile.
Of the scent she could smell from Amortentia - a love potion she'd only read about in once of the advanced books she'd once found in Albus's room when she'd sneaked in there one sultry summer afternoon while he'd been out with their father - she was sure that the dewy smell of the grass of a quidditch pitch would me among it. It always smelt so earthly, and so pleasant, even though she knew thousands upon thousands of feet had herded across the ground, and many had used the soft grass to break their fall. She'd heard stories of how her father had swallowed his first Golden Snitch, and how their parents had often played together on this very pitch. The pitch was historical to the youngest of the Potters, who knew that generations past of her family had made their name or found their passion on the field - her Grandfather had been a Chaser, too, just as she was. When she was younger she had her doubts about her flying ability, knowing that her grandfather's namesake, James, played Quidditch outrageously well. But after watching her play with her relatives once, her mother had taken her aside to tell her that she reminded her of herself when she was younger, and that some of Lily's moves were practical replica's of Ginny's - and Lily was just as good. Perhaps it was just a mother trying to soothe her only daughter, but whether Ginny was speaking the truth or not Lily carried it in her heart and took strength from it, finding she flew better when she believed.
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