Backflipping On A Broom

[Felix Garcia]

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<SIZE size="50">It was never the intent of the Beauxbatons boy to cause trouble. To reck havoc and be a general trouble, those things just happened. He'd flash his trademark smile, the cheese grin that he barely realized he had. Felix was the kind of guy who was truly carefree. If he had problems they were the sort he'd resolved to the side of I'll deal with you later, because nothing came from worrying too much, or so he always liked to saw. However, carefree Felix was he had huge OCD tendencies, mess put him slightly on edge, which explained why at parties he sometimes he would appear uneasy. He tended to tidy for others. But, that was one of the things people had grown to like about the beaux teen. They'd say, oh that's just Felix. No one minded, it was of course just Felix. This very day was like any other day at the French wizarding school, there was sunlight streaming in the palace, giving it a nice warmth, but it was boring. Felix was bored, and this was never good. Felix was the kind of guy who got bored and ended up doing something stupid. He was the kind of guy who touched boiling water to make sure it was hot, in short, at times Felix could be a right old idiot. However, today it didn't scream do something kitchen like. Felix was bored, and he was sitting on the steps of the entrance to the school wondering and looking around for something to do. Sure he had plenty of things he could do, some Weasly fireworks, but those would be saved for a rainy day. He wanted to be outside. That much was decided. Fireworks weren't good outside. The next thought to mind was quidditch, but that filled him with boredom. Quidditch was great, but it didn't scream for his attention.

However, flying on the other hand did. With a smile, he fetched his broom from the dorm room, pushing past all the people in his way. People who knew him wondering what on earth he could be up to. Since when Felix was up to something it didn't bode well for others. Which was funny since at the young age of fourteen you'd think that wouldn't be something a person would be known for. This was Felix however, and he wasn't the easiest guy to ever pin down. After getting his broom, he stood in the middle of the empty field and just sat down. He was a fair flyer, but he couldn't think of what to do. This hadn't helped his boredom in the slightest. He sighed heavily and looked around him. He needed someone. Any person who'd be willing to do something with him, something that would get his attention, something crazy. He just didn't know where everyone was. For most he realized that people thought it was still too cold to go outside. He got on the broom and rose a few meters into the air. He sat on the broom and just glanced around him. A thought then occurred to him. Until he found something to do, to cure his boredom, he could just practice his backflips. It had been something he'd someone else do, and it had interested him. He wanted to be able to do it. Slowly he got up so he was standing on the broom. It was hard work, Felix wasn't exactly the best at balancing. He was trying his hardest, and finding it hard to stay upright. However he made his way towards the end of the broom, and the with a final breath jumped back. He managed the backflip, but landed badly on the broom. His footing had slipped and he was holding on by a sore hand. However this didn't put him off, instead he grabbed the broom in both his hands, pulled himself up and tried again. He'd find something fun to do with his day, he knew it. He was going to get there by practicing his backflips on a broom.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

Out of Character:

...because I haven't used her for months and it's something about Quidditch. <3

It was a total surprise for Mizelea's team players, as she decided to skip this years try-outs. She had no choice but to skip it, as several students were losing their interest with Quidditch. Some were too busy with school and rest weren't that interested with the sport. Mizelea being one of the team Captain in Beauxbatons heard that her fellow team captain in the other team returned back to Hogwarts. Making her only one left, it wasn't easy since they didn't have any games to actually play. It was useless to form a team now, when the outcome would be devastating. Since they would always be incomplete and inactive during Quidditch Season. The brunette sighed as she got her broom along with her, hoping to try out some new techniques and to just practice for fun. Along with her gear and right outfit, Mizelea made her way out of the school and into the field to start preparing. She'd finished all her homework and extra credits for today, hoping to enjoy the remaining time for Quidditch. It's been a while since she actually used her broom, the sixth year rested her broom nearby and twisted her brown hair and braided it. Followed by scanning the area for some distractions, in which she spotted a boy about her age or younger. It was her first time seeing him, and the fact that he's holding a broom. He didn't even try-out last year or the year before, Mizelea wondered if he's a transfer student or something.

Once she was ready and done fixing herself, the young lady got her broom and watched the stranger up on the air. A wide cheeky grin grew on Mizelea's face and wondered if she could watch more, maybe just a few more minutes. She took hold of her broom and positioned herself, kicking the ground and was off to the air. From a far she watched the boy, hoping to get unnoticed, not until she was ready to reveal herself. She glanced back at the bench, were she left her jacket and just a few things of hers. Still in the air, Mizelea balanced herself on to her broom and continued to stay on her place. She watched the boy do back flips, which was interesting, though she wondered if he actually plays Quidditch. It looks fun from what she could see from her position and wondered if she could join the boy, just a small talk or something. There's nothing wrong befriend a student like her, though from the looks of the boy he isn't exactly the typical French boys around here. He looked like a Mexican or Spanish like of guy, though she isn't really sure about that. Mizelea flew near to the boy, approaching him at the same time hoping to catch his attention this time. "Hey, nice back flips." said Mizelea still smiling. A few space separated the two, she crossed her legs, now actually just sitting above her broom. There aren't any more students arriving the pitch, which makes it easier to practice. Maybe after chatting with the boy, she'll return to her real purpose, practicing her moves and just having fun with the sport alone.

 

[Felix Garcia]

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<SIZE size="50">Not being from France had made it somewhat difficult for the teen when he'd first started out. He'd started learning french from a young age, but there was a difference between learning french and being in France, in the beginning everything had confused him, but time had moved, things had changed, and things had improved. It had taken close to a year, but now Felix's french was as fluent as his spanish, in writing as well as spoken. It was little wonder that the teen was then easily likable, always able to switch between the two, and use the accent of one language on the other. Felix was against making a fool of himself. He knew it wasn't a great attitude to have, but he hadn't ever cared, and he really wasn't about to begin. It was all on him to be the guy who could take it. It made the small things easier. It had given him the ability to be pretty carefree, after all he cared little for what they thought of him. He could take it in his stride. But surprisingly, most didn't have much against the crazy teen. He was just what most people needed to break away from the drama that a school like Beauxbatons could create. Too many friendship torn apart in haste. There were maybe no houses like at some other magical school, but it didn't mean there were clear divides. That and all the veela's at the school were the dominate side. Alpha males and females. Felix didn't think too much on it, he didn't really care too much for looks. Sure, he knew he was adorable, his cheesy grin and his antics, but that was about all he thought about himself. However the challenges to himself, to do something crazy or stupid he claimed helped him become a better person. They made him more confident, and he couldn't help but always say that in the end, he learned something new and had fun. He was used to doing things that ended in learning a lesson, and while most wouldn’t claim half of them as fun, Felix's fun spectrum was very different from most. It was entirely Felix. He was sure on his spectrum of fun getting slapped in the face was one of them. But, like anything, it was very much Felix. It was everything about him, it helped define him as a person.

After flipping and landing it for the third time in a row, he became aware of someone else on the pitch. It didn't surprise him, it was a large school, but you could be sure to run into people on the common quidditch field. He ignored her, mostly because he was sure she had better things to do with her time that hang out with him. The first step of getting to his feet was always the worst. He felt each time that he just going to fall. That he'd fall to the group and end up needing a lot of help, and taking time to recover. Funnily enough as much as Felix loved stunts he also had a small hatred for getting hurt, which stemmed to him just being too impatient to let himself get a hundred percent better before the next stunt. He got to his feet, steadied himself and flipped. Landing a little wobbly, but stay upright and not actually slipping off the broom. No fear. This time the girl was now hovering on her broom pretty close to him. He looked round as she spoke, and smiled. A much more polite smile than he was normally flash, but he was standing on a piece of wood many metres above the ground, so he was concentrating. He took a seat on the broom and glanced at her properly. She was pretty, maybe a year or so older than him. Smiling his trade mark smile, he nodded his thanks. ”I’ve been practicing. I’ve been bored” Felix replied, with only a slight spanish accent playing lightly on his words. He’d learned that it was a better of people understanding him, and forgiving him when he got something wrong, despite his french being pretty near perfect. ”You play?” Motioning to the broom, either this girl was a quidditch player, or someone aspiring to be one. She looked like she was maybe. She looked somewhat familiar. And more to the point, Felix could imagine that they’d be able to have fun. Finally cure the boredom he was felling.​

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[James Killian]

Why did everyone think that he was the magical equivalent of Kurt Hummel just without the stellar singing voice or amazing wardrobe? Just because he was now out as one of the schools token gay guys it seemed as if magically over break everyone was now okay with the fact that he was gay which was outrageous considering everything that happen last year. Last year was a nightmare as he quickly found himself in a cauldron of a mess when the student body caught wind that he was gay and not only that but that he had a crush on one of the schools former quidditch players, not to mention that word was circulated that he was the boy toy of none other than his best friend/crush Samuel Philips. He was the laughing stock of the school and was the target of bullying and all sorts of cruel torment that lead him down a rather dark path which he managed to avoid at last minute thanks to the support of his friends and family but now that he was back to school everyone seemed to be coming to grip with the news. However they were still talking about him no matter if it was good or bad which meant that he wanted to spend little time in the public eye as possible so what better place than the quidditch pitch.

He was devastated when he heard the news that the team would not be competing this year as he secretly was a rather enormous fan of the sport however with the worst skills on a broom that the world has ever seen he simply enjoyed watching rather participating. The idea of flying was oddly liberating when he thought about it not to mention watching the teams zip and dive through the air reminded him of angels or birds of prey with every maneuver leaving him at the edge of his feet. Not only was the show spectacular but the crowd, oh the crowd, and the roars of outrage or delight filling the air simply made him feel normal if only for one afternoon. Oh how he missed it but now it seemed that here in the abandoned pitch he was left with only memories as he sat tucked away in the stands his sketchpad leaning against his knee as he doodled away enjoying the peace. He was not alone however though he did not know if the strange boy had noticed him here alone in the shadows or maybe the new girl who he realized was the former captain of the team sitting on her broom sharing brief words with the young guy. Jamie had been watching the young man the longest as the unknowing acrobat became the focus for his new sketch though with any luck he maybe able to get another one in if Mizelea also decided to play after all she was one of the best fliers he had seen since he arrived at the school.

He waited to watch the two nimble broomriders to take off in an aerial dance that would remind him of what he so desperately missed and craved. Though he hoped his drawing would do the couple justice as he did not want to tarnish the image that he had in his mind nor did he want to destroy the memory of what would be one of the coolest things he would see this year hands down. A strong breeze blew in causing his ebony curls hair to fall into his eyes obscuring his view in the rather continuously annoying manner that it did every moment of the day it could no matter what he did with it. However as he pulled the a lock behind his ear he pulled out a new pencil and open a new page as he prepared himself for the mass amount of details that he would need to process in order to get the perfect picture.

Out of Character:

I hope you do not mind me joining

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

The witch decided to have try-outs next year, being her last year in Beauxbatons. Up to now she couldn't believe the things she's been through. It wasn't that hectic or problematic unlike the others, still she wished to use her remaining year properly and since Quidditch is a big deal for her. Mizelea wanted to have a complete team next year, hopefully of course. Other than her most beloved sport, she needed to balance her patrolling with being a prefect in Beauxbatons. The only problem that's been messing her head, is her future, her future career. The sixth year haven't really decided yet, sure she'll join professional Quidditch teams but other than that, nothing. Then there's this thing about her Legilimency training, unsure if she'll be able to continue it. "..better find a new mentor if ever." Just the thought of it makes her worry a lot, since it isn't easy to find a new mentor for her. There were limited skilled wizards and witches who insist on teaching such skill. Luckily, she was never the type of girl who likes to procrastinate over big or small matters. Mizelea decided to push her thoughts away and just focus on what's happening right now. She placed back her attention to the boy, who seems to back flipping for fun. The brunette have never tried such thing, though honestly it looks interesting and a bit dangerous. Still she was always up for anything fun and adventurous, rather than lay in her bed all day looking at her plain boring walls. Sometimes Mizelea could forget that she's actually a girl, you'll find her mostly running around the gardens for her daily exercise, volunteering for heavy jobs. One thing for sure is she actually is a girly girl, but a not so typical girly girl. Mizzy looked at the boy still smiling, as if she ever stopped smiling at anyone these days.

Yeah, Keeper." she answered, not mentioning she's actually one of the team captains in the school or she's the only one remaining. As much as possible, Mizelea tried to be modest. One example was with Devlin, a guy he actually liked but turned out to be like his name excluding the letter v. Devil. Back then, during their second meeting Mizelea got cut on her arms. It was bleeding terribly, but pain didn't affected her that much. Since then she decided not to bother Devlin for months, and back to her hand, it healed faster as she expected. "I'd like to return the question but it seems like you play too, though I haven't seen you during try-outs. Ever. " she tried to keep her composure, not to giddy as she is. Before she could look at the boy's eyes, Mizzy spotted a new company. It was easy to spot any person here in the pitch, especially students and players. The girl's eyes gazed at another boy, somehow she believe she knows him. They were in the same year, and from she could remember he recognized the boy from the daily gossips she's been hearing. Something involving another student who graduated or something, she actually isn't that sure. Mizelea slightly positioned her body towards the stranger, the one who seems to be looking at them, her broom remains on the hair as her hands were on her laps. She was used to riding her broom without gripping to it anymore, "Hey there!" she exclaimed, trying to sound friendly as ever. It was nice to have a few people around, since she wasn't used to having any friends around her. Even the friendliest person's alone, she crossed her legs little then turned around to face the other boy. "Oh How rude of me, I'm Mizelea Brooks by the way but you can call me Mizzy." she introduce in her Texan accent this time, even from the beggining it was obvious she's an American not a French. Also, she got over with her nicknames, there are just to many of them. So, she just stick with the popular one, Mizzy. Since everyone knew her by that, and it was easier to put in mind or to say than her unique name.

 

[Felix Garcia]

There were few reasons as to why the beaux teen hadn’t in fact ever tried out for the quidditch team, and they all boiled down to the fact that he didn’t believe he was good enough. He much preferred practicing as often as he wanted to without the hassle of trying out for teams and being constantly good. He’d thought about it, gotten so far as to being stood outside the pitch on the very day of try outs, but he’d never found the courage to walk the extra few steps to reach the pitch and try. It was probably the only thing that the boy wasn’t as brave in. It was the one thing that scared him. The failure that he would feel in front of people was too much for the usually all confident teen. However this might have been, it didn’t mean he wasn’t good at quidditch or flying. He found it easy. He found it simple to fly around, he did tricks as often as he could, the next step would be doing the back flip as the broom was still going, that or pretending the broom was a surf board, something of a dangerous nature, because that was what Felix liked to be. The dangerous guy, who pulled crazy stunts. The girl in front of him appeared to be the kind of person who was very into their quidditch. He could see that she was much steadier on a broom than he was. Felix tried to not move too much, but his balance was not great. It needed work, which was why he was out practicing his backflips. He needed to. To be steadier. To be better. Maybe in the next year he could actually play quidditch. He didn’t entirely want to, but he realized that it could be fairly fun, and Felix was always up for a bit of fun. Keeper, which explained more her steadiness, to be able to catch the ball without fumbling or falling to the ground, it was crucially important. The majority of what she did in quidditch would be keeping steady. It was why he was watching her. Hoping to see how she did it. How she was able to keep steady. He kept his eyes as subtly looking at her. Not wanting to look weird or start asking. His mind was still attempting to find something that he, or they could do. He wasn’t sure if she’d be up for anything, but it was worth a try, and he was still very glad for the company she was providing him.

”Me? No. I don’t play. I’m not good enough for a quidditch team.” Felix stated vary matter of factly, flashing a smile as he did so. He wasn’t putting himself down to appear modest, he just thought it was the honest truth. Quidditch was fun, but he preferred it with no strings, no rules. Nice and brutal. In other words, dangerous. Which was not really a real game of quidditch with officials and rules. Living life as freely as possible. ”Great game, I just prefer playing it for fun, without rules. You know.” Felix shrugged, making himself slightly more comfortable on the broom and following the girl’s line of view to a guy sitting by himself, appearing somewhat somber. Felix followed suit, but instead of yelling he waved at the guy, half a hi, half a come join us. The more the merrier, and he was sure with more than one head they’d be able to come up with something to do. Something fun, something new. It would have to be. He was still slightly bored, and really did desire doing something fun. Felix’s eyes were still on the other guy sitting alone when she introduced herself to him. He held out a hand to her, grinning from ear to ear, he was in a good mood, despite the boredom. ”Felix Garcia. And I’m nicknameless so, just Felix.” Felix introduced himself to the girl. It was a nice nickname Mizzy. He wondered what the other guy’s name could be. He looked like he probably had an incredibly normal name. He then realized the girl had an odd accent. One he hadn’t been expecting. But it was as clear as day. He was sure he could tell her where she was from, but he didn’t want to get it wrong. ”You’re not from France, are you? Me neither. I’m Spanish”


And, Brandon, it’s awesome that you joined! Yay!​

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[James Killian]

Oh Broomsticks and Bowtruckles! The idea that he could remain hidden among the bleachers was a silly notion but he had been rather hopefully that neither of the two strangers would notice him or at the very least ignore him completely. However fate was as cruel and evil as ever even more so that both Felix and Mizzy had noticed him and both were expecting him to do something. Tillian voice was already screaming in his head to be sociable and polite which was caused him to huff and swat at the air as if he could chase the voice away like a annoying fly. When the voice did not go away Jamie rolled his eyes and stood up as he looked over to where the two were floating and placed his wand to his throat so he did not have to yell.

"Hello I am James Killian but you can call me Jamie, I did not mean to bother you I was just enjoying the show if you want me to leave I can understand" Jamie said as the air carried his voice loud enough for the two of the to hear. Lowering his wand he began to pack up his things as if to show the two that he was serious about his commitment to leave after all he tried to keep his word as often as he could. He was raised with a great deal of emphasis on morals as were most raised in a Japanese temple like he was which seemed to only further isolate him from the rest of his classmates. He was left in the care of an old orphanage ran by a temple in japan after his parents were found brutally gunned down in the streets of Tokyo by an unknown person and since no one had any way of identifying him he was a john doe in a foreign place. He stayed their until the age of eleven were he found out that not only was he an orphan but also a wizard much to his disbelieving mind though now he was forced to leave the safety of the temple to pursue his magical education which brought him to New Zealand and then eventually to Beauxbaton. So to say that he was a melting pot of varying view would be putting it nicely but having been moved from place to place only furthered himself from the rest of the world.

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

There's a lot of energy flowing through Mizelea's body, not that it's the first time. Everyday she would have such energy to share to everyone, in which the other student thinks she's too hyper active. Mizzy's just the type of person who loves to be active and to mingle with different people. Still she couldn't help the others for not wanting her as a friend, since some students seems to judge her in a different way. But she never gave up and tried to befreind almost half of the school, and even though she didn't have friend to chit chat with, Mizelea Brooks seems to be famous around the campus. She got that instead of what she wants, though that works too. The brunette gazed at the boy named Felix and wondered why he haven't tried out. If ever you change your mind, just tell me. Okay?" the team captain suggested in a friendly manner. It would be nice to have new members next year, actually it would be great. Mizelea's attention switched to James, though she prefers to call him Jamie. Since she felt pain on her stomach upon hearing his name, James. Mizelea once, twice met a boy named James before, which she actually had a crush on but after their last meeting. She never saw James Green ever. This made the sixth year sad in many ways, even meeting Devlin made her sad. Guess she isn't fit out to be liked back, mutual stuff.

So, instead she continued on to focus on her studies, patrolling and Quidditch. The last time she ever left their school was because to buy a new set of clothes and she never saw the two guys again. Going back to reality, Mizelea waved at Jamie. "Of course not, Oh really? That's nice." she answered smiling back at him. The prefect's all smiles today, happy to meet new people. She continued to steady herself on her broom, still sitting on down on it with arms now tugged to her shoulder. Her eyes then landed on Jamie, "Oh, don't be silly! Come! Come and join us Jamie!" Mizelea said, as she gestured her hand to stay. It was much easier to talk to guys, rather than girls since she isn't a fan of gossip or chats about love life and stuff. Mizelea having no love life at all made her wonder if someone would actually like a giddy, hyper, nerd and athletic girl like her. She knew that she's too young to have a boyfriend but girls her age were going on dates, as for her who stays in her dorms and read a book during weekend. It sucks but there was nothing for her to complain about, at least not in public. It was always her who likes someone but never was the feeling mutual or anything. Only time could tell if she actually would have a boyfriend, she just hopes to have one before leaving Beauxbatons.

 

[Felix Garcia]

The conversation was somewhat dragging for the young teen, his mind worked faster than most people’s. Felix being the kind of guy who was always looking for the next thrill. He did however realized that being with two other people could end up being a lot more fun than being on his own, but for then, right now he was growing bored of this. He needed something to get him going to push him and change things up a bit. However the teen realized that he didn’t know either of the two. He didn’t know them at all, and for all he knew they could be very focused people who cared little for the crazy antics of a fifteen year old boy with a Spanish background. The girl, Mizzy seemed nice, and clearly interested in flying sand quidditch to tell him that he should consider it. Felix didn’t bother saying that no matter how much she attempted to get him interested in the sport, or the game there would be no way that he would play it. He loved quidditch as much as anyone else who loved quidditch but he had no interest in playing it. His father would’ve loved it, but Felix was a lot more interested in extreme sports, muggle sports. While Quidditch was of course a sport Felix felt he could class as extreme there was just a little safety net that surround it, one he thoughts exist a lot less in many muggle sports. The other boy introduced himself. James, or Jamie. Either way Felix waved again, he figured that the guy had just stumbled up to the pitch for some peace and had unfortunately, for him, half run into a bored Felix. Which as was always stated, was never a good thing. Felix was racking his brain for something that they could do together. Something that would interest all three of them, though the teen realized that could very well be a difficult thing to achieve.

Not knowing what the other two were into would make things hard, and Felix had the very strong desire to do something very crazy. Which he pretty much doubted they would want to do. After all who in their right mind took risk and craziness over personal safety. Felix waved the boy off. ”No need, man. Stay.” Felix got the impression that he might not actually want to mess around with whatever they came up with to do. ”Or as Mizzy is say come join us. We can do something fun. Crazy fun, man.” Felix shouted, though he didn’t particularly like yelling it was necessary since his wand was in his pocket and he had no desire to get it out. Felix was younger than the two, he had heard rumors about some person coming out, but Felix had never paid any attention to it. As he was the kind of guy who swung whatever way his heart lead him. He was as accepting as any person should be. But of course, Felix wasn’t going to bring it up, if it wasn’t the same guy, it would make things awkward, and if it was, it would make things awkward. ”We just need to come up with something to do, And surely three heads are better than one.


Sorry it’s so lame!​

 

[James Killian]

Jamie stopped dead in his track as he started to feel the peer pressure building up around and the constant nagging of his father in his ear to be more sociable. However being more sociable meant getting on a broom and that was one thing he was not sure he would be able to do after all he did get a troll in the subject in his early years at Hogwarts when he attended. There was other means of travel of course both magical and muggle that he was more comfortable with such as driving which he had a license for or apparition which his uncle had been helping him understand and prepare for coming up. Either way he had very little use for broom riding and so he simply preferred his two feet firmly on the ground though with his new audience it seemed that he may be forced to face his fears soon than later. Jamie noticed the boy getting antsy which was never a good thing in his experience as it often mean that he was taking away from the fun of an event or action like he was now.

"No I am not a good flyer... I actually failed flying so me on the broom is the last thing you guys want. Go have fun enjoy the wonderful afternoon!" Jamie said as he waved at them to go though he felt a small pang of sadness in his chest. Jamie hated letting his emotions get in the way of trying new things or meeting new people but as Samuel often joked he simply was just an emotional nightmare. Growing up he did not have a normal outlet for his feelings and so he often times help how he was feeling inside until he could not hold it in any more and it seeped or exploded outwards. Now in his teen years it seemed that it only confused him as he often times was unsure of how he should be feeling or reacting to things which made his life rather interesting especially since he met his best friend Samuel. Sammy was a wild child to say the least that had an overactive sex drive and a fascination with beautiful women that was outside of his comprehension more so since his ex boyfriend was his love a life time. Not only that But Sammy often time did the most dangerous things and cared little of the consequences of his action which has got Jamie in more trouble than it has ever gotten Sam.

Jamie wondered on down to the grounds of the pitch and walked over to one of the massive hoops which he stood under as he looked up at the two in the sky as he debated whether or not he should life on the wild side for once.

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea wondered if she'll be practicing her moves today or maybe hang-out with this two teenagers. It's been a while since she had some boys around her, who're friends of course and nothing more. She took this moment to get to know the two, that is if Jamie want to join them. Mizzy looks at Jamie's way and wondered if he's fine, seemingly that he wants to leave them two up in the air. She didn't want to force him, anyone really. Even Felix, she wondered if he'll like to be alone to concentrate on his back flips or the other way. Mizzy still kept her position on her broom, her legs dangling and her hands on her lap. She looked at Felix then to Jamie, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out, her mouth dry for the first time. For a minute she kept still, waiting for someone to answer or to actually say anything. Although Felix suggestion's tempting, Jamie didn't think it is. Though the brunette did felt odd, hearing him say that he failed flying. It's her first time hearing such thing, since flying seems to be natural with the girl. Sure, every students has their flaws in every subject but flying? It just seems new to her, still she didn't liked to say anything about it.

Instead she remained silent for the time being, waiting for something or someone to say anything. Then she finally said something, "If ever you change you mind, we're here." still smiling. Some people would look at her smiling and just wonder why is she even always happy, not really. Mizzy just got used to her smile and smiling to everyone, not that she likes to smile every single day. It was easy to know if the fifth year is sad, depressed or something. She's readable and now she's training to read minds to. Mizelea face Felix, wondering what's on his mind. And if Jamie really isn't a good flyer, she didn't know what to do there anymore. Though the thought of practicing still entered her mind, she crossed her legs in hopes of someone would talk. There was a few time to spare reminiscing, mostly the things that entered her mind is her brother then there's her sister. Family, then her horses and all her pets. Mizelea bit her lower lip, trying to act still giddy and energetic.

No, this is lame.

 

[Felix Garcia]

Being the only one who appeared to have the crazy streak, Felix felt slightly out of place. He was a teen with a tendency to ignore some people. It was never in a bad way. But, he got bored to the point where all he could do was try and be normal with the two people he was in the sort of company off. Felix himself was just sitting on his broom wondering what would happen if he was to fly into one of the rings but, do it without the broom. Like, fly towards it, and use the broom to get himself to the right height, But in jumping make sure the broom passed underneath while he went through the middle. It sounded like the best idea. It sounded fun, he had no idea if it would work. More to that, he wondered if he could flip. It would be hugely dangerous. If he missed he’d fall to the ground. If the broom went too far, or he was faster. If he didn’t jump right and hit the edges of the ring. He hadn’t flipped on the broom while it was in motion. Felix was however curious. He wondered what it would be like. He wondered if it was at all possible. If it would make a difference his speed or anything like. Felix wasn’t great at physics, in fact he’d never done it. He knew that it wasn’t what people liked doing. They were at magical school, doing something like physics wasn’t ever offered. felix wouldn’t have taken it anyway, way too much work.

”Yeah, if you change your mind man, we’ll be up here.” Felix called to the guy, watching briefly as he walked over to the hoops. He turned back his attention to the girl. Maybe as a real quidditch player she knew more about the ways of a broom. Felix hadn’t ever listen to the real quidditch lessons, just waiting until they actually flew. ”Say, Mizzy, if I was to fly towards something, and then do a flip on the broom while it still in motion, what are my chances of landing on the broom? Rather than falling many feet to the ground?” He wasn’t sure if he’d the question right, he just wondered more if the broom would follow him, or if it had more a mind of it own. It was important to do a little bit of research before he did anything too crazy. And while it wasn’t that crazy, the drop was something else and teen hardly wanted to think of the consequences of falling down to it. He was hopeful that Mizzy and James would be able to catch him if he fell. Because no matter what her answer was, he was most likely going to do it. So, maybe the guy on the ground was a good idea. He also half believed it might encourage the other two to just do something a little out of the box. Something that ran a large risk. Anything for a bit of fun. ”Hey, James, how good are you at spells to cushion people from falling?”


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[Mizelea Brooks]

From Mizelea estimation they've been talking for about ten minutes or less, since time seems to pass so fast. At the same time she wondered if she'll continue her need to practice or she just might hang out with Felix here. He seems to be in extreme kind of things, they do share common interest other than Quidditch. Though she too didn't want to disturb the boy in any way, since Jamie doesn't want to join them she hoped that Felix could come of an idea, anything exciting. She knew that if she'll be practicing it would be just her shooting some hoops and guarding which isn't fun at all. Mizelea's teammates just seems to be gone and no where to be found that made her wonder if next year will be any different than last year. She could ask Felix to help her practice, like he'll be shooting through the hoops and she'll be guarding and blocking it. But what's the fun of that if it will go on forever, she just want her adrenaline to rise up like before. So if ever Felix would suggest something, she's really up for it. If nothing occurs then she'll just practice her hovering and flying skills, punch the wind or something crazy. Once more she looked down at Jamie and wondered if he'll be leaving anytime soon or just stay there and watch. She couldn't care less, returning her attention to Felix she waited for him to say anything, other than asking Jamie to join them.

"Sounds dangerous..." she paused for a while wondering if that can happen. "..and extremely fun." Mizzy continued grinning. She haven't tried it before, but it would be fun to watch Felix to it and who knows she'll join him do it. "I'm guessing fifty fifty but if you're good at balancing yourself and landing perfectly there's no need to worry." He could fall and he could be injured but at least he isn't alone. If ever he does fall, maybe Jamie could flick his wand and levitate the boy or something. Before adding up her words, she wanted to hear Jamie's answer. If he could do a spell to save him from injuring himself. She just hoped that he could, something exciting would brighten up the pitch. They were wizards after all and it was unlikely for him to die or break his arm permanently, besides it was his idea not hers. Still sitting at her broom, legs crossed. Mizelea waited for anyone to speak, Jamie or Felix. She was after all her to have fun and this seems to be more fun that she'd expected it to be.

 

[James Killian]

Cushion spells? Well that was a course that he was not familiar with in charms but he was a more than capable charms student and would be able to cast some spell that would protect someone from hitting the ground though he would have been entirely more comfortable with non living test subjects. Either way it was a way for him to stay involved with out having to get on a broom himself so he had to hope on the opportunity after all what could go wrong? Placing his bag down on the ground near his feet he pulled out his wand and gave a few practice shots until he was comfortable with the speed as well as accuracy of the spell before he placed the wand to his throat once more,"I am fairly confident in my spell casting but is it wise to do something that could cause you to plummet to the earth?" James asked as his voice was once more loud enough for the pair of teens to hear him clearly.

Jamie was a worrier by nature but given that he could often talk reason into even the most insane individuals he was finding that he was fighting a loosing battle. The two airborne teens bolsters each others confidence as well as their dare devil spirit which was ten times hard to overcome especially when there was two of them and only one of him. However he was not either of the teens parents so who was he to tell them what or what not to do regardless of the risk so with a sigh of surrender he decided to join them. At least he could prevent any damage that might be done and if not he would be able to go and retrieve the head nurse or a professor if the need arose which he prayed to the power that be would never happen. He waited patiently for the teens to decided if they want to do whatever it is that they had come up with as he gripped his wand in anticipation and sheer dread.

 

[Felix Garcia]

The first thing the teen did was limber up. He stretched his arms, did a few other things that would count as stretching. A few things that probably didn't, and really this was just a method to stall. Felix could feel his heart hammering in his chest, but he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever. It was finally his time to try and do something interesting. It would be dangerous, Felix was vaguely aware that if he felll, there may not be the time for James to catch him with magic. And he didn't expect either of them to catch him. Mizzy words both encouraged him, and made him nervous. His balance wasn't the best, but a fifty/fifty chance sounded like good odds to him. It couldn't be that hard. Surely? He couldn't have been the first person to try something of the sort. He was sure that if others had tried, they would've easily lived. It didn't seem hard. What was the worst thing that could happen? Surely, he couldn't die. That was silly. Felix was trusting in himself more than he was trusting in the laws of gravity, that would have him plummet to the ground if he wasn't careful. But, Felix was never careful. He wasn't the kind of guy who didn't do something just before of a potiential danger. It was how he really got the thrills he was something. He looked over to James as he spoke. He shrugged. It really wasn't.

"Probably not." Felix flashed a smile at the other teen. He knew that he probably didn't want Felix to do it. But it never stopped him before. Felix looked around the pitch, and worked out what he wanted to do. He needed to be standing on the broom, gather some speed, and move to the edge of the broom. He was feeling a little nervous, but he always did. He looked over to Mizzy, and then down to James, nodding at them both. Felix, stood up on the broom, and got himself steady. He urged the broom forward, doing a lap of the pitch, to get himself stable and to make sure he was going to do it. Obviously now, he sort of believed he didn't have a choice. He didn't want to be the guy who chickened out. Building speed, Felix drove his broom forward towards the goals. He didn't have much time to think. Instead he just edged his way forward, and at the exact right time, jumped. Closing his eyes, he urged his body forward and he was suddenly air borne, flipping in the air, at the last moment he opened his eyes, and saw the last part of the golden hoop go past him. The broom, was lower than he had anticapted. Slightly more forward. Felix's weight pulled him down, gravity wanting to bring him hurtling to the ground. But, instead of panicking, Felix reached forward, and was just able to grab the broom. Just before, Felix would be under the broom, or the broom had moved too far away for him to reach. With his heart hammering in his chest, he was just able to curl one hand around the broom. Swinging below the broom, and using all his weight to not let go. Felix laughed. That in his eyes had been an achievement. He looked round, still hanging. "Well, I guess I need to work on it."
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