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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 24, 2007 0:56:16 GMT -5
Gyan walked out on to the quidditch pitch, his Nimbus 2008 in his hand. It was an elegant broom. Long, black, with acid green trimmings, and the model name etched into the wood with acid green. The night was one for flying. Warm, windless, illuminated so much by moonlight it could have been day, and best of all, quiet.
Hw released the Snitch he had nicked from the broom cupbord and watched it soar into the night. He mounted his broom and kicked off. Pulling backflips while still ascending, he leveled out at the top of the pitch. He slowly circled the pitch, arms crossed, deep in thought. He then cast a wary glance. There, glittering in the moonlight by the center goal post, was the snitch. Gyan knelt down, and shot towards it like a bullet.
The snitch immediatley blasted downward, Gyan pulling into a dive to catch it, but it blinked towards the other side and he had to pull back flat, and sped off after the snitch. He could see it a few feet infront of him and followed it's every move and turn, not bothering to reach out and catch it, but just seeing if he could keep up. The snitch doubled back, pulled flips, everything it could to evade him, but he stayed right on it's tail. He then put on an extra burst of speed, caught up with the snitch, and grasped it in his fingers.
Soaring back up to the top of the stadium, he continued his circling, and stared at the Snitch. It was like always, small, golden with silver wings, and fluttering madly to escape his grasp. Gyan released it once more and it zoomed away from him. He sighed and sped up. He put on top speed and did laps around the stadium, crossed it, practiced flips and turns, dives and barrel rolles. Flying was his favorite way of releasing his tension, and he was releived to have this chance, in the dead of the night.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 24, 2007 12:35:22 GMT -5
Tomas began his leisurely walk down the grassy field to the Quidditch Pitch. He'd brought out his Nimbus something or other he couldn't even remember what model it was. It'd been handed down to him when he'd turned twelve. The handle had a number of nicks along it for every win his father had made. He'd remembered when he gave it to him his father had said "I expect you to double the knocks on the broom. I know you'll do me proud." Yea proud his son couldn't even perform a decent shield spell. He wondered what his father would say if he'd been there. He'd probably have kicked him while he was down and rambled about how back in his day his shield charms were unstoppable. Tomas had wandered outside to cool his head but from where he was he could see he wasn't the only one with that idea. Looking up he saw one of the future players flying about on what appeared to be a nimbus. Then he saw the glint of gold and he realized that this must be a seeker. Tomas mounted his broom and as quietly as he could manege climbed up to get a better look.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 24, 2007 16:41:32 GMT -5
Gyan ignored the new intruder. The snitch was about to soar past him. Gyan, holding on with one hand, jumped off of his broom, his outstretched hand grasping the walnut-sized ball again. He swung his leg back over his broom, releasing the snitch and turned to chase after it again.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 24, 2007 17:43:43 GMT -5
Tomas saw the glint of gold and in a flash he was off. He figured if this guy was some kind of quidditch scout on his night break maybe he could impress hime and soon he was hot on the trail of the snitch.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 24, 2007 22:06:51 GMT -5
Gyan noticed he was being followed. He spun his broom around raised his wand and shouted "Lumos Maxima!"
His wand blasted a light similar to that of a muggle lighthouse. It illuminated a path infront of it at least twenty feet wide.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 25, 2007 2:24:41 GMT -5
Tomas was instantly blinded and he fell from his broom. Falling to the ground he shouted "Accio nimbus" and his broom soon flew toward him soon later he'd snatched up the handle and pulled himself up. Only one person he knew could have pulled off that spell. "Gyan is that you?"
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 25, 2007 10:20:25 GMT -5
Gyan muttered "Nox" and his wand light died.
"Tomas? You know better than to sneak up on me. What are you doing here?"
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 25, 2007 15:21:02 GMT -5
Tomas's eyes took some to ajust but as they did he relized he was right. Apparently Gyan was not half bad at quidditch. "Figured I'd get in some practice. I'm trying out for the team you know then when I saw the snitch I figured what the heck since seeker is my fallback position might as well get in some practice."
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 25, 2007 19:52:47 GMT -5
Gyan nodded and turned around. "First one to the snitch wins." He put on a burst of speed upward and looked around, circaling the stadium.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 25, 2007 20:07:59 GMT -5
Tomas looked around for the first sign of gold. Then he saw it. It had darted around one of the flag poles. In a flash he was right on its tail. It was hard to keep a keen eye in the dark though but the moonlight bounced off the gold quiet nicely though.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 26, 2007 9:24:31 GMT -5
((flag poles? You mean goal posts?))
Gyan saw it as soon as Tomas did. He pulled into a dive and fell right infront of Tomas's face, grasping the snitch and landing on the ground with a small thud. He held on to the snitch and waited for Tomas to register what had happened.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 27, 2007 21:56:54 GMT -5
Tomas landed next to him admiring his well made broom. "Wow you are fast. Glad I won't have to play against you. I hope the team finds a good seeker cause it ought to be hard to find someone to match your moves."
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 27, 2007 21:59:06 GMT -5
Gyan gave a small grin. "Don't forget, I also have a pretty good broom. That helps. And if you make the team, you'll have to play against me. Especially if you don't make chaser." He finished with a nod.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Jun 27, 2007 22:03:21 GMT -5
Tomas looked up to Gyan not nececeriouly as a rolemodle but as a guidline he was a great wizard in all feilds he could think of. "Well I look foward too it. You'll be a great match up. Especially once i learn to clear my mind."
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Jun 27, 2007 22:08:50 GMT -5
As if Gyan read his mind, he said, "Quidditch doesn't neccesarily mean having a clear mind, as much as a focused one. You need to focus on your task, whether its looking for the snitch, scoring a goal woth the quaffle, or smashing a bludger. You can't only focus on that though. You need to have an ear out for the commentary, and eyes out for bludgers and other players as well. Wait here.."
He strode off to the castle. He was back in about five minutes supporting the crimson Quaffle.
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