Daylen Wiberg-Rose
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- Messages
- 163
- OOC First Name
- Charlie
- Sexual Orientation
- Who knows
- Wand
- Knotted 14 1/2 Inch Flexible Rowan Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 5/2029
Maybe he was being foolish, but he was determined and in his young mind, that was all that really mattered to him. He had thought of flying as nothing but a legend, it just sounded silly, but upon arrived at Hogwarts and finding out that not only did it exist, but there was a whole sport on brooms, Daylen had come up with the idea to practice by himself. Sure, he had never actually flown before, going down to the pitch before any of his lessons, but how hard could it be? He wouldn't go up too high or anything like that, he wasn't that foolish. But standing there with some tatty looking school broom in his hand, the first year jumped from foot to foot as he looked around the pitch. It was large, much larger than he had been expecting, but it was just like a football pitch and he was used to them, well, maybe minus the large goal hoops at either end.
Swallowing thickly, the young Claw gripped the broom tighter, swinging his leg over it. He had done a little reading in the library before making the trip down to the pitch, so he knew how it was supposed to be done. All that remained to be seen was if he could manage it by himself. Looking up at the blue sky, the boy let out a long sigh, saying his final prayers before he slowly pushed off, quickly feeling the ground leave his feet. It was harder to balance than he expected, body wobbling around a little as he tried to slow his ascent. Somehow he managed that some feet off the ground, his knuckles turning white as he could only sit there in the sky. Terror gripped his heart, arms shaking a little as he dared not lighten his grip even though he wanted to slap his hand over his eyes. Instead, he did the only thing he could and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, daring not to move an inch in case he lost his balance and fell. While it wasn't that high up, it would still hurt.
"I don't know how to get down," a quite whimper which was lost to the wind as he kept his eyes closed, legs dangling helplessly either side of the broom. What he really needed was someone to come and save him- and fast. This was the last time he was flying without having any lessons or anyone around.
<i></i>Swallowing thickly, the young Claw gripped the broom tighter, swinging his leg over it. He had done a little reading in the library before making the trip down to the pitch, so he knew how it was supposed to be done. All that remained to be seen was if he could manage it by himself. Looking up at the blue sky, the boy let out a long sigh, saying his final prayers before he slowly pushed off, quickly feeling the ground leave his feet. It was harder to balance than he expected, body wobbling around a little as he tried to slow his ascent. Somehow he managed that some feet off the ground, his knuckles turning white as he could only sit there in the sky. Terror gripped his heart, arms shaking a little as he dared not lighten his grip even though he wanted to slap his hand over his eyes. Instead, he did the only thing he could and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, daring not to move an inch in case he lost his balance and fell. While it wasn't that high up, it would still hurt.
"I don't know how to get down," a quite whimper which was lost to the wind as he kept his eyes closed, legs dangling helplessly either side of the broom. What he really needed was someone to come and save him- and fast. This was the last time he was flying without having any lessons or anyone around.