- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Emma(pants)
- Wand
- Coconut Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Star Dust
((Continued from One Cell in the Sea, Lakefront))
When they reached the shed, he retrieved his wand from a pocket in his robes (Beau loved his robes, he wore them all the time, whether he had his uniform on underneath or just muggle clothes), and pointed it at the door, "Alohamora!" he commanded, and the door unlocked. Smiling happily, he opened it and went inside, grabbing three school broomsticks that didn't look like they were in too bad shape he headed back outside, closing the door behind him. He was a considerate Hufflepuff, after all.
He dropped two of the broomsticks on the ground and mounted the third. "It's easy, you just do this," he said, and pushed off. Hovering momentarily a few feet above the ground, he pulled his gloves from another pocket in his robes and put them on. The air was fresh and his hands would get cold in the air. Then, without warning, he zipped off to the other end of the quidditch pitch. Making a wide loop around the goal posts, he rose high into the air on the way back to where he'd left the girls standing and then dropped suddenly back down to ground level, landing beside them with a bit of a bump and breathing hard with the exhilaration.
"Now you try," he said. The fact that they would need step by step instructions and guidance along the way did not even occur to Beau. Flying was second nature to him now and he could barely remember the time, just two short years ago, when he'd never even seen anyone fly before, let alone had no idea how to do it himself.
When they reached the shed, he retrieved his wand from a pocket in his robes (Beau loved his robes, he wore them all the time, whether he had his uniform on underneath or just muggle clothes), and pointed it at the door, "Alohamora!" he commanded, and the door unlocked. Smiling happily, he opened it and went inside, grabbing three school broomsticks that didn't look like they were in too bad shape he headed back outside, closing the door behind him. He was a considerate Hufflepuff, after all.
He dropped two of the broomsticks on the ground and mounted the third. "It's easy, you just do this," he said, and pushed off. Hovering momentarily a few feet above the ground, he pulled his gloves from another pocket in his robes and put them on. The air was fresh and his hands would get cold in the air. Then, without warning, he zipped off to the other end of the quidditch pitch. Making a wide loop around the goal posts, he rose high into the air on the way back to where he'd left the girls standing and then dropped suddenly back down to ground level, landing beside them with a bit of a bump and breathing hard with the exhilaration.
"Now you try," he said. The fact that they would need step by step instructions and guidance along the way did not even occur to Beau. Flying was second nature to him now and he could barely remember the time, just two short years ago, when he'd never even seen anyone fly before, let alone had no idea how to do it himself.