- Messages
- 482
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- Coconut, 14 ¼", Star Dust.
It was only the morning after sorting, but already Daisy was anxious to get out and fly. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't allowed to bring one of the brooms from the foster home, so she would have to make do with borrowing one from the shed. There wasn't anything wrong with this, as they were all in similar condition to the ones she'd ridden at home, it was just that she really wanted one to call her own. Maybe she could save up, and get one for her birthday. Maybe she would skip buying some of the less important school supplies, anything that would help her to save money.
Straight after breakfast, Daisy made her way out to the Quidditch Pitch, a determined look on her face. Pushing open the door to the broom shed, she began clicking her tongue and running a finger across the Shooting Stars. She had a good eye for things like this, and knew how to tell which one would be best for her. She pulled one off the wall, and began to smooth down the twigs at the end. Daisy frowned to herself, Why does this school only have Shooting Stars? Silver Arrows are way faster.. She preferred speed over control, a lot like the rest of her life. Daisy had trouble controlling her tongue sometimes, but she was getting better at it. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the silly thoughts out of her mind. The school probably chose those brooms because they were cheaper, and better all round. Duh!
Flicking her golden hair over her shoulder, Daisy strutted out of the shed and into the center of the field. She glanced around, awestruck by the magnitude of the place. She had never before played Quidditch somewhere so massive, and soon she would be Captain for the Slytherin team. Hopefully.. Making sure not to show how impressed she was, she put a bored expression onto her face and mounted the broom. Within seconds, she was off around the pitch, flying faster and higher than an average first year could.
But when it came to Qudditch, Daisy was not average. She really was amazing at it. Unlike other people who are equally good at everything they do, sport was all she had. Daisy couldn't play an instrument if her life depended on it. The only language she spoke was English, and even that wasn't impeccably well. At the age of 11, she knew what she wanted to do with her life. Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch; that was the only option. She'd stay out here all night if she had to, and all of the next day, if it helped secure her place as a legendary flyer.
Zooming high above the stands at an incredible speed, Daisy felt exhilarated. Flying was the most amazing thing in the world to her. Doing a sharp spirally move, she continued onwards, pushing the limits of her broom.
Straight after breakfast, Daisy made her way out to the Quidditch Pitch, a determined look on her face. Pushing open the door to the broom shed, she began clicking her tongue and running a finger across the Shooting Stars. She had a good eye for things like this, and knew how to tell which one would be best for her. She pulled one off the wall, and began to smooth down the twigs at the end. Daisy frowned to herself, Why does this school only have Shooting Stars? Silver Arrows are way faster.. She preferred speed over control, a lot like the rest of her life. Daisy had trouble controlling her tongue sometimes, but she was getting better at it. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the silly thoughts out of her mind. The school probably chose those brooms because they were cheaper, and better all round. Duh!
Flicking her golden hair over her shoulder, Daisy strutted out of the shed and into the center of the field. She glanced around, awestruck by the magnitude of the place. She had never before played Quidditch somewhere so massive, and soon she would be Captain for the Slytherin team. Hopefully.. Making sure not to show how impressed she was, she put a bored expression onto her face and mounted the broom. Within seconds, she was off around the pitch, flying faster and higher than an average first year could.
But when it came to Qudditch, Daisy was not average. She really was amazing at it. Unlike other people who are equally good at everything they do, sport was all she had. Daisy couldn't play an instrument if her life depended on it. The only language she spoke was English, and even that wasn't impeccably well. At the age of 11, she knew what she wanted to do with her life. Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch; that was the only option. She'd stay out here all night if she had to, and all of the next day, if it helped secure her place as a legendary flyer.
Zooming high above the stands at an incredible speed, Daisy felt exhilarated. Flying was the most amazing thing in the world to her. Doing a sharp spirally move, she continued onwards, pushing the limits of her broom.