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- Cherry/Maple Wand 13 1/4" Essence of a Dragon's Heartstring; 10 1/2" 4wood mix - unicorn hair core
Andromeda veered close to the hoops not caring whether or not she struck them, the wind was almost non existent while her mood was furious. Ever since her encounter with Crispin she had been on tender hooks every inch of her skin tingled as if it were a radar and could sense him close by. Whenever a male voice spoke she listened intently incase it was his and every face that entered the Great Hall or library she scanned to see if it was his but it never was. She was furious that she had let him get to her, get under her skin and crawl deep inside where he could fester at his leisure. How was she expected to get over one boy if another was making himself at home within her?
As she dipped her broom lower leaning down so as to push it at high speed Andy swerved around the pole of the hoops coming very close almost too close a few times and yet she flew like the devil himself were chasing her or she was chasing him. At one point she had gone out of her way to flirt outrageously with any boy she came in contact with, now she simply couldn't be bothered. There was nothing in it for her other than the growing dull ache in the place where her heart was supposed to be. Pulling up hard she scraped the tips of her shoes across the grass as she flew ridiculously low. It would seem she had a death wish and was glad Groundskeeper Willie was not here to witness her daredevil flying.
With reckless abandon she shot upwards, the steep climb pushing her hair back from her face and reckoning she was roughly at about 500 ft she levelled off to turn her broom downwards once more. Within about 10 yards from the ground and coming in fast, Andy jumped from her broom, hit the ground and rolled. Her broom fell but hovered before it crashed and splintered. The charms on the streak much more powerful than what had been on her Sienna Storm. Andy knelt up hands resting on her thighs, breath flaring through her nostrils as the adrenaline coursed through her. That had been downright brilliant and knowing it made her laugh out loud.
As she dipped her broom lower leaning down so as to push it at high speed Andy swerved around the pole of the hoops coming very close almost too close a few times and yet she flew like the devil himself were chasing her or she was chasing him. At one point she had gone out of her way to flirt outrageously with any boy she came in contact with, now she simply couldn't be bothered. There was nothing in it for her other than the growing dull ache in the place where her heart was supposed to be. Pulling up hard she scraped the tips of her shoes across the grass as she flew ridiculously low. It would seem she had a death wish and was glad Groundskeeper Willie was not here to witness her daredevil flying.
With reckless abandon she shot upwards, the steep climb pushing her hair back from her face and reckoning she was roughly at about 500 ft she levelled off to turn her broom downwards once more. Within about 10 yards from the ground and coming in fast, Andy jumped from her broom, hit the ground and rolled. Her broom fell but hovered before it crashed and splintered. The charms on the streak much more powerful than what had been on her Sienna Storm. Andy knelt up hands resting on her thighs, breath flaring through her nostrils as the adrenaline coursed through her. That had been downright brilliant and knowing it made her laugh out loud.