Post by willow avery on May 8, 2010 13:50:42 GMT
Days as bad as that should have their category and burial. They should be put in a furnace and burned. Of course, that was physically impossible. But, it had simply been so awful. First, it had taken an hour for her just to roll out of bed in the morning, so she’d missed her first class of the day – Herebology…plants, not too much of a loss – and was late to her second – Potions. Of course, when she finally got to Potions, she had to endure quite a fair amount of relentless teasing and unyielding mockery. It wasn’t a fun class. And it just got worse from there. Hufflepuff’s Keeper had been “accidentally” cursed by a cranky, sore-losing Slytherin. “That’s just another thing to hate about Slytherins,” Willow mumbled to herself, “they’re impulsive.” Acting on impulse itself wasn’t necessarily bad, but when it came from someone Will hated so much, it was just another negative quality to be hated. Besides, self-control was something everyone should exercise – some people more than others.
Long story short, Willow decided she would much rather be flying around in circles than doing homework on the ground, so that was how she ended up with her broom tucked under her arm and a large bewitched bucket of tennis balls which required to hands to be lugged across the Quidditch Pitch. When she finally got the middle of the pitch, she picked out a particularly warn ball from the bucket and tossed it into the air a few times. After the sixth time of it landing safely back in her hand, she brought her arm back and tossed it with all her might. It immediately reacted by sprouting wings and taking off on its own. Will quickly mounted her broom and took off after the tennis ball.
The ball was fast. And even that was an understatement. The Charm on it had made it grow wings and therefore the ability to fly. The speed was something more difficult to put into the ball’s anatomy was a little bit trickier. But, it was used to going fast, so once she got it going…it got going. So, Will had pretty much every detail of the ball figured out…except for how to stop it without doing the obvious and catching it. People get tired, and the ball does not. Neither does the snitch, Willow reminded herself as she raced past the stands and on after the ball. She barely brushed it with her fingertips before it went into a nosedive, causing Willow to blindly hit one of the wooden posts used to hold up the stands…head-on.
“Ow…” She grumbled as she rubbed the arm she’d fallen on tenderly. She would surely be bruised in the morning. Her broom lay next to her, beat up and exhausted. She rolled over and stood up just in time to see a figure advancing on her. From the way they walked, she knew it was a person she would most likely not have fun with.
* tag – regulus black
* wordage –five hundred thirty-nine
* tunes – “me, myself, and time” demi lovato
* notes – i hope this is okay! <3 it’s not one of my best, so i promise it will get better!
* wordage –five hundred thirty-nine
* tunes – “me, myself, and time” demi lovato
* notes – i hope this is okay! <3 it’s not one of my best, so i promise it will get better!
