Post by lukejasperdenmark on Jan 28, 2013 20:40:08 GMT -5
He had himself a Nimbus 1003 clutched in his hand, a slightly bigger model than most brooms, but still, one of the best ones money could buy. The boy walked across the grounds, carrying it over one shoulder, his flute necklace was still around his neck. His blue eyes were fixed on the Quidditch Pitch as he headed toward it.
Smiling to himself, Luke removed the chain from around his neck and placed it in his locker, along with his Quidditch Robes, which he didn't bother putting on. There was no real need, for he wasn't playing a game. Today was a practice run. The season was nearly upon them, he had to work on this new move. He would help his team win the Quidditch Cup if it killed him! Okay....maybe he wouldn't literally die for it, but he'd try as if death was the only reward for failure!
He took a quaffle from the box of Qudditch balls and after a moment's thought he left the Bludgers inside. Without anyone there to fend them off, he'd be a siting duck. Maybe if someone came along and agreed to play as beater for him, he'd try again, but for now he was on his own. It'd be too dangerous to play alone with a bludger out there. If he got a serious injury and no one was around to help him.....well he didn't want to think about it.
Luke walked out onto the pitch and mounted the broom, kicking off into the air he kept the Quaffle tucked under one arm and went up and up. He needed height for this one. He took in a deep breath and then muttered to himself, "Alright Luke. You've been training for this for months! Iggy drilled it into you as often as he could. There's no difference between then and now. You can do this. You can do this. Your father did it and you can too." He said firmly, giving himself a quiet pep talk. "Now." he whispered and began his move.
He flew straight up into the air for several moments and then, flipped himself around and dived down at an angle, the Quaffle tucked tightly under his robes. He began to spin, corkscrewing through the air as he plummeted. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, fixing them on the handle of his nimbus so he didn't make himself sick. Down down he streaked, spinning spinning spinning and then, he suddenly spun in a circle by putting out his left leg slightly, throwing off his sideways spinning. He then grabbed the quaffle from under his arm and without stopping in his spin, he kicked it hard.
With his strength and the added momentum from his spinning, the ball shot through a goal post so fast, it was almost a blur. Luke gave a whoop and then, shook his head to clear it and he looked around for the ball. "Where'd it get off to?" He muttered to himself, deciding to rest a bit before practicing that particular one again.
"Too bad the others aren't here." He muttered, "Could run the Denmark Special by them." Luke said to himself and continued his search for the quaffle.
Smiling to himself, Luke removed the chain from around his neck and placed it in his locker, along with his Quidditch Robes, which he didn't bother putting on. There was no real need, for he wasn't playing a game. Today was a practice run. The season was nearly upon them, he had to work on this new move. He would help his team win the Quidditch Cup if it killed him! Okay....maybe he wouldn't literally die for it, but he'd try as if death was the only reward for failure!
He took a quaffle from the box of Qudditch balls and after a moment's thought he left the Bludgers inside. Without anyone there to fend them off, he'd be a siting duck. Maybe if someone came along and agreed to play as beater for him, he'd try again, but for now he was on his own. It'd be too dangerous to play alone with a bludger out there. If he got a serious injury and no one was around to help him.....well he didn't want to think about it.
Luke walked out onto the pitch and mounted the broom, kicking off into the air he kept the Quaffle tucked under one arm and went up and up. He needed height for this one. He took in a deep breath and then muttered to himself, "Alright Luke. You've been training for this for months! Iggy drilled it into you as often as he could. There's no difference between then and now. You can do this. You can do this. Your father did it and you can too." He said firmly, giving himself a quiet pep talk. "Now." he whispered and began his move.
He flew straight up into the air for several moments and then, flipped himself around and dived down at an angle, the Quaffle tucked tightly under his robes. He began to spin, corkscrewing through the air as he plummeted. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, fixing them on the handle of his nimbus so he didn't make himself sick. Down down he streaked, spinning spinning spinning and then, he suddenly spun in a circle by putting out his left leg slightly, throwing off his sideways spinning. He then grabbed the quaffle from under his arm and without stopping in his spin, he kicked it hard.
With his strength and the added momentum from his spinning, the ball shot through a goal post so fast, it was almost a blur. Luke gave a whoop and then, shook his head to clear it and he looked around for the ball. "Where'd it get off to?" He muttered to himself, deciding to rest a bit before practicing that particular one again.
"Too bad the others aren't here." He muttered, "Could run the Denmark Special by them." Luke said to himself and continued his search for the quaffle.