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Andromeda or as she had begun to refer to herself lately, Canis Rufus (Red Wolf) walked out on to the very empty pitch. She held her precious sienna storm in her hand. She kissed the cuff that had the falcon emblazoned on it, her father's patronus and the name she had christianed it.
She mounted her broom carefully and slowly kicked off. This was the second time she had been up in the air since 'the incident' and she wanted to check a terrible knawing hunch she had. She didn't get far about 30 yards or so and only 6ft in the air, when her stomach heaved. Andy lunged forward reacting to her stomach. Her broom went down. She jumped off before she hit the ground and had to run to the back of the shed to throw up.
She wiped her mouth and shuddered. How long would this keep happening?
Try-outs would be soon and she didn't want to miss those. Her eyes began to fill with tears and furiously she brushed them aside. (with her other hand)
Canis Rufus walked back to the pitch and picked up her broom again. She would beat this thing she fumed. She mounted her broom and kicked off more energetically than before. This time she got about 7 ft in the air when her stomach began to heave and her head felt dizzy, she was convinced she would pass out and it took all the strength she had to guide her broom down to the ground. She dismounted and screamed.
Hurled so much abuse at her broom, at the sky, at the grass and at herself. She had one passion, one thing that set her slightly apart and that had always been that she was a natural flyer. Now she couldn't stay on her broom for five minutes.
The injustice of it tore her asunder.
She screamed loudly in anger again before flopping down onto the grass. She grabbed at clumps of it, dug her fingers deep into the soil and cried long and hard. She had needed this moment to vent, she had not had it until now. Canis Rufus felt grounded to the earth now, she looked up to the sky she loved so much. She threw herself down on the ground and looked straight up into the sky. Her name was Andromeda named after a galaxy high in the skies, she had been born on a plane and had known from the first second she had sat on a broom that she was meant to fly, she had been born to it.
She felt the ground beneath her and whispered resignedly;
"I am Canis Rufus. I am a werewolf. I belong to the ground, I am of the ground. A wolf cannot fly is not meant to fly."
She sat up slowly and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jumper. Life really did throw big massive curve balls.
Andromeda or as she had begun to refer to herself lately, Canis Rufus (Red Wolf) walked out on to the very empty pitch. She held her precious sienna storm in her hand. She kissed the cuff that had the falcon emblazoned on it, her father's patronus and the name she had christianed it.
She mounted her broom carefully and slowly kicked off. This was the second time she had been up in the air since 'the incident' and she wanted to check a terrible knawing hunch she had. She didn't get far about 30 yards or so and only 6ft in the air, when her stomach heaved. Andy lunged forward reacting to her stomach. Her broom went down. She jumped off before she hit the ground and had to run to the back of the shed to throw up.
She wiped her mouth and shuddered. How long would this keep happening?
Try-outs would be soon and she didn't want to miss those. Her eyes began to fill with tears and furiously she brushed them aside. (with her other hand)
Canis Rufus walked back to the pitch and picked up her broom again. She would beat this thing she fumed. She mounted her broom and kicked off more energetically than before. This time she got about 7 ft in the air when her stomach began to heave and her head felt dizzy, she was convinced she would pass out and it took all the strength she had to guide her broom down to the ground. She dismounted and screamed.
Hurled so much abuse at her broom, at the sky, at the grass and at herself. She had one passion, one thing that set her slightly apart and that had always been that she was a natural flyer. Now she couldn't stay on her broom for five minutes.
The injustice of it tore her asunder.
She screamed loudly in anger again before flopping down onto the grass. She grabbed at clumps of it, dug her fingers deep into the soil and cried long and hard. She had needed this moment to vent, she had not had it until now. Canis Rufus felt grounded to the earth now, she looked up to the sky she loved so much. She threw herself down on the ground and looked straight up into the sky. Her name was Andromeda named after a galaxy high in the skies, she had been born on a plane and had known from the first second she had sat on a broom that she was meant to fly, she had been born to it.
She felt the ground beneath her and whispered resignedly;
"I am Canis Rufus. I am a werewolf. I belong to the ground, I am of the ground. A wolf cannot fly is not meant to fly."
She sat up slowly and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jumper. Life really did throw big massive curve balls.
