Thunderstruck

Brooklyn Vacarius

Half-Deaf / Scientific / Logical / Baby Sister
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OOC First Name
Kaitlyn
Blood Status
Muggleborn
Relationship Status
Interested in Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Heteroromantic
Wand
traight 11 Inch Sturdy Vine Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
Age
4/2032
[adminapproval=30103233]Brooklyn Vacarius made her way to the Quidditch pitch with Maise tagging along behind her. Brooklyn felt some gusts of wind, but she had her new broom at her side, and she could not wait to use it. A few droplets of rain sprinkled down, but the weather seemed to be holding up. Brooklyn frowned as she stopped at the center of the pitch as she heard a small rumble of thunder. She looked to Maise for reassurance on it, before shrugging it off. They had nothing to worry about. Everything would be fine, even though a gut feeling said that she shouldn't do this. Brooklyn mounted her broom as she smiled toward her purple-eyed best friend. "Ready for this? This whole pitch is to ourselves." Brooklyn did not want to start to flying until she made sure that Maise was ready for it. After all, Brooklyn did not want to seem impatient, even though a part of her kind of was. Brooklyn made sure that her hair was tied back tight to the back of her head, and wondered if they needed some goggles to see in the droplets of rain. But, it did not seem too bad at the moment. If the storm got closer, they could run back inside. Brooklyn could feel the adrenaline. This was their moment, for flying, for the pitch, and just spending quality time away from the others.
 
Maise followed along behind Brooklyn. From the window in the towers, this hadn’t looked so bad. It did look a little worse now, but nothing they couldn’t handle with three years of flying under their belts, though, unbeknownst to Brooklyn, she had a little more experience. Brooklyn had taken to flying as well as any magical person though, so she wasn’t at all surprised to see her best friend up and ready. Maise grinned at her, double checked her hair and flew right past her. “You bet I am, get your @ss up here!” She called as she flipped and moved to hover only inches above Brooklyn. This was going to be the best afternoon ever. She missed Brooklyn whenever they were apart. She was her best friend and one of the only good things in her life. Maise never wanted to lose her, not ever. “Last one to the goal posts is a rotten egg!” She called, not even waiting for her as she lept up and flew straight for the goal posts.
 
Brooklyn dismounted her broom when she had an idea to make it even more fun. She rushed to the cupboard and opened the lock with the unlocking spell. She took out the box containing the balls for Quidditch. She unlocked it, and took out the snitch. She tossed it into the air, and beamed. "First one to catch the snitch gets bragging rights!" Brooklyn mounted her broom once more, and soared up and raced toward the goal post, while letting the snitch fly around for a bit before going to find it in the end. Brooklyn flew straight toward the goals, behind Maise. Brooklyn saw a small flash of lightning in the distance. But, she couldn't tell if it was too far off. Oh well. Brooklyn leaned toward her broom to make it go faster, but she seemed to be unable to get close to her best friend.
 
Maise cackled as she watched Brooklyn rush to the quidditch cabinets and let out the quidditch balls. The Snitch flew up and out so quickly, Maise lost sight of it almost immediately. She halted her broom to look around and was quickly overtaken by Brooklyn. Maise laughed and pushed her broom forward coming up behind her. "I knew it went somewhere, did you see it, where'd it go?" Maise kept her head swivelling as she looked around to see if she could spot it. Because the clouds were low and black and the rain was getting heavier, it was hard to see the snitch, but she wasn't about to give up until she either found that snitch or died trying!
 
When Maise lost sight of the snitch, Brooklyn frowned, as strands of hair whipped around her. She felt some drops of rain, but figured that it was a slight shower. No big deal. Brooklyn smiled and pointed toward the sky, “I think I am going to search up here, Maise!” Brooklyn shouted through the air, hoping that her best friend heard what she had to say. Brooklyn tilted the broom upward and soared up to see if she could find the snitch, which seemed to elude the two of them. They were amateurs to say the least. Brooklyn herself had little training on a broom. But she was good at science. And since she heard small rumbles of thunder, she felt as though something was telling her to back down. Get indoors. It was only light rain, so what harm could that do? Brooklyn sighed and could not shake the feeling of dread off her as she flew higher in the air. She couldn’t help but want to look and have fun. Maise and herself planned this for a long time, so she did not want to ruin it for her best friend. The Slytherin held her arm up to shield her eyes as she scanned for the snitch.

Brooklyn sighed and flew a bit higher, occasionally looking down to see if Maise managed to find it yet, but she could not see any indication of it. It seemed as though fate had something else in store. Brooklyn slowed down and turned to head toward the ground, but it happened all too fast. As with common knowledge, if thunder is heard, lightning can strike at any moment. And strike, it did. Brooklyn didn’t have time to react, even realize what happened. A single lightning bolt struck Brooklyn and her broom. She felt a searing pain on her left side, what sounded like an explosion. The Slytherin third year slid off of her broom as it soared into the ground, blasting it to smithereens. Her shoulder and arm suffered from third degree burns, leaving a unique scar going down as the lightning coursed through her body. It seemed like a family curse that something always happened to a Vacarius.
 
Maise laughed at Brooklyn as she flew up, high above Maise to look for the snitch. Maise continued her own search, looking left and right and up and down. One of them had to find it at some point, it would make sense. It was hard to see anything, given the current state of the sky. Maise could barely see the other side of the pitch through the rain. It had gotten steadily worse, but it wasn't cold, so she wasn't worried yet. She estimated that they had a good ten minutes before it got way too wet. "How you going up there, B?" She asked. She watched Brooklyn head higher before she say a glint of gold, gasping, Maise whipped around and headed towards the other side of the pitch. She yelled her delight as her hand wrapped tightly around the little golden ball. Evidently it wanted to be caught, it was probably exhausted from whipping through the drops. Maise turned around to tell her friend what she had achieved. And cried in horror at what she saw.

Maise looked up and watched in horror as Brooklyn was hit with lightning and then fell off her broom, soaring towards the ground. "BROOKLYN! NO!" Maise squeezed her broom, urging it to leap out and into the middle of the pitch. She had to grab her, she had to! Maise begged her broom to go faster and faster until she finally, miraculously, caught Brooklyn only moments before she hit the ground. Maise cried and landed heavily on the ground, thrown off her broom under the weight of two people. Maise scrambled to her feet, tears mixing with the rain as they streamed down her face. "Brooklyn! Brooklyn, please, talk to me?!" She shook her friend, trying anything to get her to respond. Was she even breathing? Maise moved her ear close to Brooklyn's mouth, she couldn't hear anything and shrieked in fear. "Brooklyn! No come on!" Maise, shaking, placed her hands over Brook's chest and started compressions. She breathed into Brooklyn's mouth and waited. When it didn't work, she tried again, this time she got a response and quickly looked to see if she was opening her eyes.

"It's okay, I'll get some help! Just... just please be okay!" Maise slowly heaved Brooklyn over her broom, struggling due to the dead weight, she feared leaving her friend on the pitch alone. "I'm so sorry, Brooklyn, just hold on a little longer!" Maise gently eased her broom into the air, staying as low as possible incase Brooklyn slipped off. She headed the only place she could think of to go that had a window. The Hospital Wing.
 

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