- Messages
- 12
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Age
- 10
It was a sunny day and Logan's parents had been happy for him to go out and play. The Tākarokaro Park wasn't too far from their house, and he knew his parents would come and pick him up when they wanted him back home. Logan had brought his toy broom with him, after he had once again begged them for a real one. They had told him (again) that he would get a real broom once he left for Hogwarts, which seemed so unfair since that was still a year off. The toy broom he had was barely big enough for him anymore, it struggled to carry him and it didn't go higher than about a two feet of the ground. He tried his best with it, flying in low circles, but he soon got bored. He tried to force the broom to go up, pulling it up against the magical height restriction. After a few tries, he actually managed it. The broom shot up another foot and Logan cheered. Then, it seemed to remember it wasn't supposed to go up that high and snapped him back down roughly, the sudden movement unexpected. Logan yelped as he toppled off the broom, landing in the grass on his back with a thud. "Ugh." He grunted, kicking weakly at the broom that had landed next to him.