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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Nov 30, 2007 17:31:11 GMT -5
Kel swung her leg over the broom, then slowly rose up into the air. The broom quivered for a second, but Kel gripped the yoke a bit tighter and squeezed her knees against the wood. The broom quieted, settling into position about five feet off the ground. Kel sat there for a few moments, looking about her at the students, then slowly guided the broom into a slow, very slow, turn until she was facing the rest of the class, most of whom were sitting or spinning slowly, a few hovering shakily, a handful still on the ground, mounting their brooms.
Kel finished her revolution and went into another, slightly faster one, then got faster and faster until she stopped suddenly, facing Professor MacLeod. She grinned, then started into another fast spin, the opposite way, then stopped in the middle and switching back and spinning the other way.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 30, 2007 17:47:46 GMT -5
As Kel continued to spin, the form of Professor MacLeod continued to get closer and closer with each revolution until-
The broom stopped moving.
"Miss Lindenshield, do you remember what I said in the beginnin' off class bout what you should do in case one would think they were to fall?" Aesir voice said from behind, sounding mildly threatening.
Before she could answer, her broom spun quickly, hanging upside with enough force to throw her down.
If she hadn't listened to his instructions, that is.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 3, 2007 16:04:17 GMT -5
Kel wasn't ready for the sudden stop, but she had been holding on quite tightly in case of any emergency, and so when the broom stopped, her body lurched the way the broom had been going, but her hands and knees were tightly clenched on the yoke of the broom. She smiled winningly at Professor MacLeod and dipped her broom in a sort of curtsy.
"Almost got me that time, Professor MacLeod!"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 16:13:33 GMT -5
Aesir's laugh sounded incredibly false as he looked to Kel. There was a smile on his face that held little warmth.
"Now, dismount and three laps around the field. See me in my office for detention next week. And if you say so much as a word, I will remove five points from your house for each syllable. Now, off the broom and move it." he said, his tone as harsh as his eyes were narrowed.
There was a harsh thwump from behind as one of the Ravenclaw boys decided to take advantage of Aesir's attention being shifted elsewhere, deciding to broom surf and falling face first into the ground. There was a definite crunch noise when he hit.
Aesir bolted in the direction of the fallen child. After a small bout of muttered cursing and foul oaths, he managed to grab his equipment harness and sling it onto his broom. He then stripped of his overshirt and held it to the boy's nose after he put the boys unconscious body into the makeshift stretcher.
"Class dismissed!" he yelled angrily as the students swarmed around in shock. He growled in frustration and the idiocy of the boy as he began to move quickly towards the Medical Hall.
For good measure, he pulled out his wand while his back was turned and pretended to cast some spells since the students couldn't see he actually couldn't.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Dec 3, 2007 16:51:48 GMT -5
Kel kept her mouth tightly shut as she silently started jogging around the Quidditch pitch. She jogged three laps, inwardly seething. 'Why did he get so mad? I didn't break any rules! I didn't fall off, I was gripping the yoke tightly and spinning like he said to! Why is he so uptight?!' Kel was glad she hadn't lost her House any points, but as she headed up to the castle her anger simmered down. She had noticed before that the flying professor hadn't used his wand immediately to stop the bleeding when he had helped the surfer-boy. She knew that if her father, who worked with brooms and Quidditch supplies, was in the same position, he would have spelled the boy's nose.
Kel wondered if that might be part of the reason that Professor MacLeod seemed a little grumpy all the time. Or maybe it was because he was a Scot. He seemed to have odd mood swings: one moment he was jovial and joking; the next he was angry and scolding.
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