Flutter

[Icarus Ioannou]

It was the start of a new semester, which meant an upcoming match for Icarus' team, and he hadn't been given the chance to fly as much as he would have liked to over the course of the holidays. His mother was still uncomfortable with him flying on a broom on his own, and he knew she disapproved of him being on a Quidditch team at such a young age, but the sport was the one thing he was somewhat good at and had a real drive for. Classes were so confusing and it was difficult to keep up with so much new knowledge at the same time, whereas soaring through the sky was just so much easier by comparison. He wanted to put his best into what he was good at, and he just hoped that with enough time and experience, his mother would support him too, and help him to do even better.

Arriving at the pitch, Icarus wiped his sweaty palms on his robes and prepared to mount his broom, unable to rid himself of the nervous feeling in his stomach over the upcoming match. He thought he did pretty okay last time, but just okay wasn't really enough. He was fast, and being small probably helped with that, but he wasn't anywhere close to the level of the other chasers, and he didn't want to let the team down, especially after not being able to practice during the break. Falling behind was the last thing he needed to do. With a goal to make up for lost time in mind, he picked up an old, worn out quaffle from the school's shed and took to the sky to get some throwing practice in, thankful that the pitch wasn't scheduled by any of the teams today.

 

[Cole Dragonov]

The new semester and nothing really peaked Cole Dragonov's interest except Quidditch. The worst thing was that he was not allowed to own a broom yet. It would be next year until he would get one. Cole headed down to the pitch since the teams were not scheduled today. He had asked the Slytherin Head of House, who just gave him a curt no, and ordered him to go away. Cole was not exactly used to that coldness, but what could one do? He tried to talk to his mom about being on the Quidditch team, but she just told him next year would be his best bet. At least he would be able to practice some. He wanted to be able to do that at the very least. Cole headed toward the pitch as he saw it in the distance. He made his way into the entrance, and looked into the sky. He saw that there was someone else on the pitch. His age, from what he could tell, but the boy was decent. Cole did not really mind the chaser position. He always thought that he was better suited for the beater position.

Cole shrugged his shoulders before going to the school's shed and finding a trunk that was moving a little bit. He opened it to find a couple of bludgers. He took a beat up bat from the side, and thought that this would be fun. He flicked the locks, and released the bludger. It soared outside, and into the air. He released the other one, while he looked for a broom. He found an old one and headed outside. He decided that he should let the other boy know. He yelled up at the sky, "Heads up!"​