|
|
Post by daphne cassandra greengrass on Aug 3, 2009 22:02:03 GMT
After history of magic, Daphne had continued on with her other classes which seemed like they each took an eternity to end. Time always did this to the Slytherin, who had something to look forward to after dinner. It had been a couple weeks since she'd last flown, she hoped soon that her team would start training for the new season. Although one couldn't get any girlier than Daphne, she simply adored quidditch. It was what she lived for, and what helped her get through the school year without simply dying of boredom. She lived for the fast-paced excitement, for the speeding bludgers coming straight at her, for the loud cheering and hooting calls of the crowd. Although Daphne didn't like anything loud in general, quidditch was the exception.
Finally, classes for the day had come to an end after a grueling double Ancient Runes, and Daphne gobbled down the food on her plate faster than perhaps even Crabbe and Goyle.
Afterwards she hurried back to her dormitory to change out of her robes into something more suitable for flying and to grab her firebolt. Five minutes later she was rushing out of the school building and a moment later she mounted her broomstick and was zooming up into the crisp dusk sky, lazily flying around for a moment before heading off towards the pitch. Once she got there, she landed onto the dewy green grass and headed over to a door near the changing rooms, which held the four balls necessary for a game of quidditch. Touching the top of the trunk lovingly, Daphne reminisced on last year. It had been so horrible, not being able to play quidditch, even though the Triwizard Tournament was rather incredible.
Except when Cedric died, she thought sadly. Daphne tried to put the melancholy thoughts out of her head though. If Cedric were still alive he'd want her to..well, he wouldn't like her. But she knew he wouldn't want people dwelling on his death, so she charmed it to float after her, and landed it near her broomstick. Now she just had to wait Elisa.
outfit here
tags elisa.
words idk. D;
[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by elisa elaine demitite on Aug 4, 2009 2:21:26 GMT
Elisa was nervous, a feeling she didn't get all that often. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself, especially if any of the other Slytherins would be there. Thing was, she figured she'd be pretty comfortable in the air, due to her animagus form. But, staying on a broom? That was a completely different story. She just wished she could be the tiny golden ball instead. Sighing, she tried to picture herself on a broom as she looked out the window in her Transfiguration class. She'd already practiced the spell they were working on, so it wasn't like she would get in trouble. Though, maybe she wanted a little bit of trouble. She hadn't been nearly this serious at Beauxbatons, but things change. She changed. Unfortunately, all her fantasies ended with her landing on the ground and she really did hope Daphne was a good teacher.
When the class finally ended and the day was done, she raced downstairs to eat as quickly as she could. Elisa knew she wasn't exactly looking like a lady as she ate her food, and she tried her best to ignore the stares she got, but finally, she simply told them to fuck off in French. "Putain disjoncte,"
[/b] She said angrily, before finishing and racing upstairs to change. She wasn't extremely concerned with what to where, preferring to be comfortable when she's going to be sitting on a broomstick. Dabbing on a little make up, and changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top, she was ready to go. Or atleast, she thought so. She decided to take her time walking down to the pitch, preferring not to be winded when she showed up. She wandered into the broomshed off to the side of the pitch and grabbed one of brooms not covered in cobwebs. A Nimbus 2000, not top of the line or anything, but a very decent broom, she concurred. The broomstick over her shoulder, she walked out onto the Quidditch pitch. She spotted Daphne pretty early on, her blonde hair sticking out like a sore thumb. Elisa wandered up to her, though it looked more like she danced to her. It was just the way Elisa moved that made her look like she was in a perpetual dance. "I sure hope you know what you're doing, because I have a wierd feeling I'm going to die today." Elisa said, coming up on Daphne's side. outfit[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by daphne cassandra greengrass on Aug 4, 2009 21:23:16 GMT
Daphne had been simply sitting around on the ground, reveling in the feel of the soft grass on her fingers, and the breeze in her hair. She hadn't bothered putting her hair up that day, which was lucky for her because it would have gotten ruined up in the air. Although most people put their hair up when doing something strenuous, Daphne usually put her white blonde strands up only when she wanted to look good. It made sense, really. Why would she put effort into her hair if it was going to get messed up? However, all this hair thinking really wasn't what Daphne should have been thinking about. Although the Slytherin was good at pretending, she wasn't in fact, a very good teacher. Well, she didn't think so, at least. She'd never taught anyone anything. It was funny, since Daphne had only just really spoken to Elisa earlier that day for the first time. And already she didn't want to let the older girl down.
When Daphne noticed that Elisa had gotten there, she quickly set aside any thoughts of nervousness, letting a look of cool disdain pass over her face. She would rather look like a snob than look like a nervous fool.
"A nimbus," she said in a questioning voice as she looked down at the broom in the other girl's hand. "Well, you could've picked worse," she said quickly, looking up at Elisa with a little smirk. She hoped Elisa got that she wasn't trying to be a complete cow. Besides, Daphne was a Slytherin, if anyone was entitled to be a snob, it was her. Turning around, she grabbed her broom which was a couple feet behind them and walked over to Elisa.
"Well before we can see if you can handle bludgers, we gotta see if you can even fly on your broom," she said. "Have you ever been on a broomstick before," she asked, a little gentler than anything she'd said to Elisa since she got to the pitch.
Hopefully she'll say yes, Daphne thought hopefully. But she had a feeling that Elisa hadn't even ever held a broomstick, let alone flown on one. This was certainly going to be much more interesting than Daphne had initially thought. Perhaps Elisa would be a natural, and then they could go straight to the bludgers. It really wasn't all that difficult to fly, Daphne pondered, so she assumed it would probably take longer to teach her how to hit the bludger than to be up on a broom and not fall fifty feet to her death. I think I'll keep that part to myself though. No need to scare her, she thought with a little smirk.
[/size] |
|
|
|
Post by elisa elaine demitite on Aug 4, 2009 22:13:35 GMT
Elisa pulled up her shirt and raised an eyebrow when Daphne spoke. It wasn't like she didn't notice the tone and the cold look on her face. Elisa really had never been the type of girl who would take insults and remarks from someone, but she also thought there might be something else behind how Daphne was acting. She had learned alot about the slytherin that day, things that would keep her thinking and wondering about what all had happened in her life. Elisa had always thought she'd had it bad, but atleast what made her life bad was over, Daphne's was still continuing. So Elisa ignored the looks and the angry, disdainful tone. For then, atleast. Elisa wasn't exactly known for her model temper.
"Well, I figured I'd make the broom look even better, plus he's probably never seen this much action," She said, smirking right back at the other blonde. This was one of the reasons she had been excited to be learning how to fly from Daphne, they had some fun when they talked, no doubt about that. And Elisa realized that maybe this was just how Daphne was, and Elisa could get used to it. As it so happened, Elisa had flown on a broom only once and only for about a minute. When she was younger, she and her best friend had decided to experiment with the brooms. She had been too afraid at the time, but somehow he had managed to get her on the broom even if it was only for a second. Then- his parents had walked out and reprimanded the both of them.
"Once, but I was really little. Though, trust me, I'm pretty comfortable in the air. Just don't know if that applies to a broomstick yet," She said, with a shrug of her shoulders. It was true, she could spend days flying through the air as an aminagus, but sitting with a large, wodden stick underneath you, well, she just didn't know. Part of her wondered if maybe she'd be better at chasing since she was very quick, much faster then she was strong. Though, she didn't voice that wonder at the moment. Perhaps she was just right for the bludgers, either way she'd find out. "Ready?" She asked, sliding the Nimbus between the long legs.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
