Ford Harkonnen
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It was a cold and foggy morning. Ford had awoken early because he was having trouble sleeping, and decided to practice flying a little now that he was on a quidditch team. He was very pleased with his team, they all seemed to know what they were doing, even if Liz and Courtney were quite goofy.
Ford sauntered down to the quidditch pitch, the morning sun was barely over the treeline, and cast long shadows on the ground. He had his broomstick slung over his shoulder as he walked onto the pitch, and he unslung it when he reached the middle.
He straddled the broom and floated upwards a few feet before taking in his surroundings. There was nobody around, and no noise. Just the crickets in the morning dew. He spun his broom, off by the edge of the forest, he could just barely make out a deer through the fog.
He set off towards one end of the field and began doing laps around the pitch, weaving in and out of the stands.
Ford sauntered down to the quidditch pitch, the morning sun was barely over the treeline, and cast long shadows on the ground. He had his broomstick slung over his shoulder as he walked onto the pitch, and he unslung it when he reached the middle.
He straddled the broom and floated upwards a few feet before taking in his surroundings. There was nobody around, and no noise. Just the crickets in the morning dew. He spun his broom, off by the edge of the forest, he could just barely make out a deer through the fog.
He set off towards one end of the field and began doing laps around the pitch, weaving in and out of the stands.