- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Straight 12.5'' Flexible Larch Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 22
Watching the Quidditch games had made Harper realize just how much she missed flying. Between classes and her strict workout regimen, she hadn't found much time to take to the skies. It was a shame Hogwarts didn't offer flying classes after first year. She was sure there was more to flying than just hovering and changing speeds while doing laps. She wanted to learn how to somersault through the sky. But aside from joining a Quidditch team, there weren't a lot of formalized ways to improve her flying skills.
So she would just have to teach herself. Which was no big deal. She'd taught herself plenty of football and gymnastic tricks before, and she was sure flying would be no different. That was why Harper had borrowed a school broom and was currently standing on a soft patch of grass near the lake, contemplating what to do next. It'd been a while since she'd flown, so starting off slowly probably made most sense. She mounted the broom and kicked off, doing a couple of leisurely circles high up in the air, enjoying the sun on her skin. It was a lovely spring day, and she could see a couple of students out enjoying the weather, but thankfully most of them were sitting closer to the castle, out of the way.
For her first trick, Harper decided to attempt a static roll, remembering seeing a Quidditch player do one in a match. Shifting her weight to the side, she flopped over — and got stuck. Her hands grew clammy as it started to sink in just how high up she was, but she forced herself to remain calm and rolled back over into an upright position. Maybe it'd be best to start off lower to the ground. She descended so that she was a few feet off the ground and rolled over, an idea coming to her. Hanging onto her broom like a sloth, she zigzagged across the ground upside-down. Was it the most useful skill? Probably not. But at least it was pretty fun.
So she would just have to teach herself. Which was no big deal. She'd taught herself plenty of football and gymnastic tricks before, and she was sure flying would be no different. That was why Harper had borrowed a school broom and was currently standing on a soft patch of grass near the lake, contemplating what to do next. It'd been a while since she'd flown, so starting off slowly probably made most sense. She mounted the broom and kicked off, doing a couple of leisurely circles high up in the air, enjoying the sun on her skin. It was a lovely spring day, and she could see a couple of students out enjoying the weather, but thankfully most of them were sitting closer to the castle, out of the way.
For her first trick, Harper decided to attempt a static roll, remembering seeing a Quidditch player do one in a match. Shifting her weight to the side, she flopped over — and got stuck. Her hands grew clammy as it started to sink in just how high up she was, but she forced herself to remain calm and rolled back over into an upright position. Maybe it'd be best to start off lower to the ground. She descended so that she was a few feet off the ground and rolled over, an idea coming to her. Hanging onto her broom like a sloth, she zigzagged across the ground upside-down. Was it the most useful skill? Probably not. But at least it was pretty fun.