Taking Flight

[Dymetris Kozlov]

Sure it wasn't the brightest day ever or the warmest to practice qudditch. Still the young Hufflepuff boy held onto tighter to the house broom, destine to get a few laps around the old pitch, before his hand grew cold from the weather and the shadow overcasting the school turn him off. He was willing to give it a go. What he had to lose? Nothing but to burn a good half hour, near to an hour of getting better at the new fond sports he grew to love about. Both his parents didn't allow qudditch around his old home, they were generally worry about Dymetris's safety. Which he typically understood, times like that he wish his uncle was around more to say it was okay to do. Now he had no worries, Dymetris just race across the plain escape. Reaching the cliffs in a rush, his tennis shoes double stuff with socks, cause he knew with the wind passing him he would get cold. He wore double a sweat suit (not just any, more like the thin one), and a jacket to maneuver around faster on the school's broom.

He was still waiting for the new one broom he'll be getting an a couple days. For this one may do. Ordering the broom to shoot 'up' after he settle it right next to him, he mounted the broom, aiming for the skies, slowly it starts to level. With a quick drop in level, he increase his speed more taking full control of the old sweeper. The broom becoming his natural guide to each point of the qudditch pitch. His long dreadlock hair flying behind him, happen to forget he didn't tie up this time around. He didn't care. It was just getting use to flying again, he wasn't playing qudditch. For it was all about getting familiar with the skies and his weak spots. If he kept at it, he'll naturally learn his way faster around the pitch. For now he was enjoying the rush and the high of speeding and controlling. It was a magnificent feeling for a thirteen year old boy.

 

[Oscar Fossil]

Oscar didn't generally have much to do with his time. He had more spare time than most his age, because while he was a friendly guy, he tended to spend a bit too much time reading, so much so, that the world just moved around him. He didn't really work that hard to change that. He was generally too involved in his book to even be bothered by it. However with a new term, there was the smallest of change within Oscar. He was ready to just work towards getting a few more friends. Preferable male friends. it seemed that the entire male race at school disappeared from the face of the planet. And it was probably the most difficult people to find. At any given time. Which was why, Oscar's closest friends were girls. he didn't entirely mind this. He enjoyed spending time with the girls, but he wanted to some other guys to talk to. About girls. Unsure of where to find other people, Oscar had decided to spend the day at the pitch. Mainly because Oscar loved sports and yet since his arrival had not had much of a chance to do any quidditch. And this year was the year for new things. Oscar was dressed in a pair of jogging trousers, and a lose hanging white top. He had his trainers on and a thick Ravenclaw jumper. He wasn't going to be cold while flying. It was a serious problem since it was still winter in New Zealand. Oscar had decided to take a quick jog before hand, and was running round the pitch. He had stretched and had a bag with water and food inside it waiting at the side. He had his borrowed broom sitting beside the bag, and was completely in his own world. Oscar missed running, running with his iPod in. It was something that he'd done often at his last school. Mainly because he had a reason to run. Now, not so much. So, running on this day that would otherwise be filled with reading. Oscar was happy to be returning somewhat to his roots. Not, often could he say he did that.

After running for a small while, Oscar sat down beside his bag, and took a sip of water. While also taking off his jumper. He now felt very warm. Oscar looked up at the sky and noticed that someone else was flying. Oscar smiled to himself, just watching the boy. And then made the decision to join him. Oscar stood up and grabbed the broom beside him. He said Up and then mounted it. He took one deep breath before heading into the air. Oscar shot up quickly, taking a moment to gain a proper handle on the broom. Oscar could feel the cool air against his bare arms. He could feel his hair being pushed back as he flew forward quickly. Flying was the most freeing thing that Oscar had ever done. Oscar looked over at the other boy, wondering if he'd spotted him. Or if this would be one of those times where two people were in the same place, but not talking. Which would be annoying since Oscar was pretty desperate for friends.

 

[Dymetris Kozlov]

The pitch had been completely empty, the slightest activities would've been caught spot on if someone had decided to come out today. Though he went on thinking, no one was as crazy as him to come out in this cold weather. He was used to it, use to the cold cause Russia had barely sunlight. It was cold and bitter in Moscow, the summer you could say was winter here and New Zealand. One of many reason, why qudditch seem easy for him. Dymetris grew immune to the temperatures here, rain or shine his capabilities were flexible. Compatible to the New Zealand weather. He had no worries for making on the team this year, the only thing that could stop him is the new captains not picking the boy to be on the team. It would really crush if he didn't, he wouldn't bother with nothin' else if it meant to being on the team. Dymetris was stubborn as a bear, so he wouldn't give up that easily if they decided to set him loose.

The sun blinded him from the side, he was happy to see that it wasn't concealing itself from behind the castle's walls. It was glowing radiantly down the pitch and within the stands. By now Dymetris was flying above the stands, quick rushing from one to point to another. A way of testing out his speed, till he caught a bit of movement flying right next to him. It took the sun glaring down at his face, to see who decided to join Dymetris onto the field. With a charming grin, he saw that it was that boy Oscar Fossil. Same year as him, who he recognize from class last year.

"Your getting a little practice?! Not the best of weather, but its okay for a bit of practice" he smile. He twisted the broom to a right and roll on his side. Forcing the broom to stay that way, just to text how long he was capable of staying that way. Than rotated a single quick circle, till he was right up again, gripping the broom tighter than ever. "Is that your broom?" Dymetris ask the boy, it didn't look similar to the one he had, he could be wrong about it. Most younger students don't own brooms, cause some were scared to tryout for Qudditch. Soon he'll be owning his own, it just a matter of waiting for the streak to arrive soon.

 

[Oscar Fossil]

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<SIZE size="50">Oscar was glad when the boy noticed him and flew over. He wondered if the boy was on the quidditch team. Oscar hadn't really been following that. He hadn't really ever had the time. He wasn't very quidditch. He was sport, but flying brooms, weren't something he was very used to. In fact he wasn't used to it at all. He didn't have any fear, just it was incredibly weird for him. He was used to being down on the ground. Running, Skateboarding, cycling. All of that kind of thing. But, flying was different. It was a lot more dangerous than anything. Sure, when skateboarding or cycling he'd almost been knocked down by countless cars, but flying you fell and you fall to the ground. It wasn't something that Oscar really wanted to try. He looked over the edge of his broom. Wondering if the broom would respond if the person fell off. In that moment, he thought it would be pretty useful to have some form of attachment to the broom, so that in the event of falling, the broom would stop you. He wasn't sure exactly how it would work, he just knew it would help lower the risk of people accidentally falling off brooms, and seriously injurging themselves. But, He didn't know. He had never fallen from his broom, and he had never seen any one else do it. It was of course a difficult theory to put into practice. Oscar ignored his thoughts as he noticed the boy was one from his year. He couldn't remember his name, so he just smiled and nodded. He was getting a bit of practice. It wasn't really him practicing them, it was more just him hovering. So nothing too special. But, he was pretty happy with just that. It wasn't like he was a great flier. He was pretty fair, but nothing amazing. he didn't really want to practice in front of the boy, unless he too wasn't that great at quidditch, but to Oscar he just seemed like the type that would be. Oscar sighed slightly, and looked around. He also didn't have a broom to call his own. Oscar didn't have that much money for a broom. Well he was sure that if he asked his father for the money, he'd give it to him. But, Oscar didn't want anything to do with the man. He smiled at the boy, and shock his head.

"Nah, it's the schools" Oscar said, hitting the side of the broom lightly. "Don't have one of my own. Would quite like one, but I don't really need it." Oscar said his glance moving from the broom to the boy. He didn't know whether or not to introduce himself to the boy or not. He didn't know if the boy knew who he was. He remembered that shared classes, but that was all that Oscar could remember. "I'm Oscar, We have the same classes. Almost all the same I think." Oscar added hoping that there wouldn't be the awkward moment where it was clear on person remembered the other, but the other didn't. Oscar wasn't generally in that Situation. He had a good memory, but since they no longer got up and introduced themselves at the start of each term, names tended to not stick as well as they could. "Race? A lap? Of the pitch?"​

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[Dymetris Kozlov]

"Same herre! Itz zee school broom", Dymetris could feel himself twist again to his left. Control, just a little more of that and being able to catch a golf size ball, than he'll be okay. He told himself he's capable of doing it. He kept repeating to himself, if he did that, than he'll believe he get better at qudditch. No ones perfect, least not in the game of qudditch. For him, it didn't mean everything, qudditch was not a sport you get super obsessed over. There's more to life, right now its what he wanted to achieve in, so that he gain a skill for future reference. He though ahead sometimes, and qudditch happen to be just one of many things he thought ahead about. In the future it will come in handy. Not saying he'll play professional, still one of his skills in qudditch will be useful to the young boy. Not now, maybe later on in life.
"Nice to meet oot Oscar! I am Dymetris! I think've ve have zee same classes together. If I'm not mistaken? Ya"Dymetris pull the broom again, this time opposite from the last turn. He pull, his eyes again hitting the sunlight. He's squinted them narrow down, they were now a tinge of green. Usually the oceanic views, were bleaching with the sun. So they look hazel, when really just a bright green. He move his way, back into the shadow part of the pitch, staying in one place was easy sometimes. Except when the sun was looking down at you, you'd had to move away avoiding the natural flash. He move enough, so one of school's tower wasn't much further away from reach. That's just how high they were in the skies.

"Yeah, sure! Sounds like a plan. Vould happens if one wins? Any price my Goodman? Bet a few galleons or just for fun?!" Dymetris, a glint an his eyes, waited to see what the boy had to say about that.