Icarus

[Tesla Wilde]

Winter break was over and this meant one thing for Tess: the start of the new Quidditch season. She often would sneak in extra practises before the team practises and after finding out that her Captain and friend had abandoned Hufflepuff Tess had some anger she needed to expel or else her new team mates might think her aggressive and unapproachable. So with this in mind, Tess grabbed her broom and made her way to the pitch. She hoped to have the Pitch to herself despite the inevitability that after a holiday others would want to enjoy the freedom that flying brought.

The sun shone brightly as Tess walked onto the pitch making the goal hoops incandescent and all the more appealing to the young Chaser. After kicking off the dewy grass Tesla was quick to get to a full sped. Her braided curls flapped in the wind as the girl flew as fast as a chinook leaving her cheeks stung and pink. She was invigorated. She was happy. The anger was ebbing away with the more turns she did around the pitch. At an altitude so high she dipped between the clouds - avoiding them so as to stay dry. She felt as high as Icarus with the same hubris he must have felt. As confident she felt in her abilities, Tess knew that this was far too high to fly without someone else there so the witch lowered herself and stopped short. Whilst hovering in the air took out her curved wand - the handy thing that it was. "Accio Quaffle," she summoned firmly so that she may get in some practice shots into the goal hoops even if there was not a Keeper to defend the hoops. Quickly after Tesla saw the brown ball fly towards her from the broom cupboard - getting larger with each passing second until she caught it. She managed a chortle to herself as she shifted a little in the air.

 

[Asaiah Murphy]

Asaiah could not wait to get back on the field again after not being allowed to go outside for six whole months last semester. It had been unfair of the Professor to take that away from them as being inside the castle all the time had become boring rather easily without having anything interesting to do between classes. Luckily though, the three of them had managed to behave themselves enough for the punishment to be revoked at the start of the year. After breakfast, Asaiah practically ran his way down to the Dungeons and into the common room to gather his broom and bat and then back to the entrance hall to make his way outside. Whilst walking to the Quidditch Pitch he briefly wondered whether he would be the only one who had thought of going for an early morning practice or not. He hoped not because he wanted to have the whole pitch to himself so he could practise properly after not having done so for quite some time. Once the Slytherin was on the pitch, he walked straight towards the cupboard to get what he needed in order to practise, not noticing that someone else was out here also. Asaiah was about to take the wooden chest with bludgers in it out of the broom cupboard when one of the Quaffles flew past his ear outside. Startled by the sudden movement, he jerked his head around the corner to see why the ball had left its spot out of nowhere. The fifteen-year-old's lips curled into a smile when he saw someone familiar hovering above him. Instead of taking the chest out of the broom cupboard, Asaiah mounted his broomstick and kicked himself off the ground. ''You almost hit my head with that,'' he said with a grin, nodding his head at the brown ball.