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- OOC First Name
- Hamza
- Wand
- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn (BROKEN)
The fifteen year old Slytherin girl with a nice long wavy brown hair strolled gently at the grassy field of the Quidditch pitch with her broom on her left hand while it slide dangerously at the ground. Quidditch season was coming up and Ally was looking forward to play in an actual game. Seeing as the field was empty, Ally decided to have a one lap around the field to practice more her balance.
Her balance seems her weakness and by practicing it, she will get even better. Once Ally was in at the benches for the players, she placed her things like her bag pack and her broom, she tied her hair with a ribbon and made a quick spell for her hair not to fall off. The summer heat was getting strong as it touches her skin, It wasn't a bother for her as she is white and needed a tan anyways.
Once Ally was ready to fly, she picked up her broom and mount it, her grip was tight enough not to fall off the broom and kicked off the ground. She almost fell when she got to 15 feet of height but regain herself again when she took a turn at the south pole and another turn at the north pole of the field.
After a one lap, she landed smoothly at the grounds and unmount off her broom. Ally narrowed her eyebrow in disappointment as she's not yet great at balancing, what if they lost? she will blame herself for that. She shrugged off the thought for a second and went back at the benches where her things are and went to seat down while thinking.
Her balance seems her weakness and by practicing it, she will get even better. Once Ally was in at the benches for the players, she placed her things like her bag pack and her broom, she tied her hair with a ribbon and made a quick spell for her hair not to fall off. The summer heat was getting strong as it touches her skin, It wasn't a bother for her as she is white and needed a tan anyways.
Once Ally was ready to fly, she picked up her broom and mount it, her grip was tight enough not to fall off the broom and kicked off the ground. She almost fell when she got to 15 feet of height but regain herself again when she took a turn at the south pole and another turn at the north pole of the field.
After a one lap, she landed smoothly at the grounds and unmount off her broom. Ally narrowed her eyebrow in disappointment as she's not yet great at balancing, what if they lost? she will blame herself for that. She shrugged off the thought for a second and went back at the benches where her things are and went to seat down while thinking.