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The sun was just rising over the beautiful green landscape, the birds in the forest were like a perfectly tuned choir. The dew on the grass was like crystalised beads, everything seemed perfect as the lone Gryffindor left the castle and walked down to the pitch that she had always considered another home. The grounds that were beneath the most perfect of skies, the area of land that held her heart and soul. She had kept pretty much to herself for the first term of school after meeting Aries and recognising him from Durmstrang. Having spent the Christmas break hidden away at her godmothers house without even contacting her friends, Andromeda felt as if for the first time in many months she was finally coming out of a coccoon.
Her broomstick 'Falcon' was tightly clasped in her hands as she made her way to the quidditch pitch. She had made one excuse after another over the last few months not to get on her broom and fly, she had at one point given lessons to a first year but had managed not to fly too much herself that time. Her leg had ached something awful, now after spending the holidays with Esmerelda and having various spells done on her prosthetic leg to make it more like a real one, Andromeda finally felt confident to fly once more. In fact her false leg with its various charms on it worked exactly like her normal one nowadays, sometimes it seemed to work even better. Reminding her of a program she had once watched as a kid called the Bionic Woman. With this thought in mind, she smiled as she made her way out onto the pitch. The sun rising even higher and the cold of the morning beginning to dissipate.
She treated the flight like a maiden voyage and placed her broom on the ground, calling 'Up' to it and straddling it as if she were a first timer. Andromeda just wanted to enjoy every second, appreciate the feel of every moment. The touch, the scent, the sounds. It was all new once more to her ears but also so familiar. She kicked off and flying low circled the pitch a few times to build up momentum and her confidence. After ten minutes or so, she very slowly raised the top of her broom stick and climbed slowly upwards. The thrill of this hit her immediately and with a smile she leant forward and allowed her broom an even steeper ascent. The wind blew her hair gently but as she gained height, the wind began to whip about her.
With a quick turn on the broom and leaning in the same direction, Andromeda spun northwards and rotated the broom into a spiral loop. She had forgotten how breathtaking flying was, she had nearly forgotten how much it had meant to her and how much apart she was of the sky and the feeling of freedom it gave her. There seemed to be nothing in existence at that moment but for her, her broom and the sky. With a nudge downwards she set her broom into a dive, pulling up just as it came within a metre of the ground. Exhilarated (sp?) she allowed the broom its head once more about the pitch before pulling up and letting 'Falcon' simply glide at a low level about the grounds.
"I'm back" she smiled, Andromeda knew that no matter what was going to get thrown at her from here on in, she would handle it. Something had changed over Christmas, her way of thinking. Her mood, her self worth, everything had spun on a dime and she had come out on top. The wolf in her was triumphant once more as it claimed the life of the girl she was and willed her to be stronger, demanded it of her. Would expect nothing less anymore from her and she expected nothing less as well. She was stronger somehow and the change was visible. She didn't feel weak and worthless as she had done when she had returned in September, she felt a spring in her step and a lightness of air that she hadn't felt in ages. It was good to be back and she revelled in the energy that flooded through her.
Her broomstick 'Falcon' was tightly clasped in her hands as she made her way to the quidditch pitch. She had made one excuse after another over the last few months not to get on her broom and fly, she had at one point given lessons to a first year but had managed not to fly too much herself that time. Her leg had ached something awful, now after spending the holidays with Esmerelda and having various spells done on her prosthetic leg to make it more like a real one, Andromeda finally felt confident to fly once more. In fact her false leg with its various charms on it worked exactly like her normal one nowadays, sometimes it seemed to work even better. Reminding her of a program she had once watched as a kid called the Bionic Woman. With this thought in mind, she smiled as she made her way out onto the pitch. The sun rising even higher and the cold of the morning beginning to dissipate.
She treated the flight like a maiden voyage and placed her broom on the ground, calling 'Up' to it and straddling it as if she were a first timer. Andromeda just wanted to enjoy every second, appreciate the feel of every moment. The touch, the scent, the sounds. It was all new once more to her ears but also so familiar. She kicked off and flying low circled the pitch a few times to build up momentum and her confidence. After ten minutes or so, she very slowly raised the top of her broom stick and climbed slowly upwards. The thrill of this hit her immediately and with a smile she leant forward and allowed her broom an even steeper ascent. The wind blew her hair gently but as she gained height, the wind began to whip about her.
With a quick turn on the broom and leaning in the same direction, Andromeda spun northwards and rotated the broom into a spiral loop. She had forgotten how breathtaking flying was, she had nearly forgotten how much it had meant to her and how much apart she was of the sky and the feeling of freedom it gave her. There seemed to be nothing in existence at that moment but for her, her broom and the sky. With a nudge downwards she set her broom into a dive, pulling up just as it came within a metre of the ground. Exhilarated (sp?) she allowed the broom its head once more about the pitch before pulling up and letting 'Falcon' simply glide at a low level about the grounds.
"I'm back" she smiled, Andromeda knew that no matter what was going to get thrown at her from here on in, she would handle it. Something had changed over Christmas, her way of thinking. Her mood, her self worth, everything had spun on a dime and she had come out on top. The wolf in her was triumphant once more as it claimed the life of the girl she was and willed her to be stronger, demanded it of her. Would expect nothing less anymore from her and she expected nothing less as well. She was stronger somehow and the change was visible. She didn't feel weak and worthless as she had done when she had returned in September, she felt a spring in her step and a lightness of air that she hadn't felt in ages. It was good to be back and she revelled in the energy that flooded through her.