Nose Dive (OPEN)
Oct 8, 2017 21:41:24 GMT
Post by Donald Westwood on Oct 8, 2017 21:41:24 GMT
Donald clutched his broom as he approached the quidditch pitch. He loved flying, it was one of his favourite hobbies and was certainly the 13 year old’s favourite non-academic related hobby. No matter how busy he was he always tried to make time to go flying. It was especially important for him to keep up on top of his flying skills as he want to be Ravenclaw seeker. He had tried so hard to get onto the team and felt that he had to keep on top of his skills. Especially if he was going to help Ravenclaw win the quidditch cup, which he was determined to do so.
The 3rd year boy was the right build for a seeker, he was slim, light weight and he was also slightly below average height. Don did worry that he might be slightly underdeveloped for his age given that some of the other boys his age seemed taller than he was, and slightly more built than him. Although he supposed that it didn’t matter in the end of the day, it probably help him towards being the seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team so it had its’ advantages, even if he was right to worry about such the thing and it was not all in his head.
He sighed, Don didn’t want to worry about that right now, he wanted to practice his flying, partly to keep on top of his game but mostly for fun. The Welsh wizard made his way to the quidditch pitch carrying his broomstick, a Cleansweep series from the mid 2000. It was certainly not top of the range, indeed it was getting a bit old now. However, it was all the Westwood family could afford. That said the broom was well looked after by Don, was still fairly reliable and decent, The young lad certainly hoped that his own flying skill made for the age and lack of speed of his broom.
The pale skinned boy stood in the middle of the quidditch pitch, he was totally up for this. He mounted his broom stick and kicked off gently. He ascended up into the air and did a couple of laps around the quidditch pitch to warm up slightly before trying the more serious stuff. Donnie considered what he could practice and decided that barrel rolls and loop the loops might be for the best. Maybe even the Sloth grip roll if he felt a bit more ambitious and his nerves about the risks involved left him. Flying was pretty dangerous anyway so maybe he should go fall hog? If he was to succeed as seeker he certainly would have too.
Then again, Don thought to himself, perhaps it be more important to practice his balance on the broom? Seekers often had to fly one handed or even no handed while trying to catch the snitch. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves the spikey haired lad descended into a nose dive and, once he picked up some speed, he took one hand off his stick and extended it like he was reaching for the snitch.
He lost control of his broom slightly when he did so, it wobbled and hewent off course, unfortuantely the Welsh Ravenclaw lad could not get control over it. The broom went faster and faster towards the ground. He placed both hands on the broom to try and pull up, but it was too late. He crashed hard into the ground and lay there. Unconsious.
The 3rd year boy was the right build for a seeker, he was slim, light weight and he was also slightly below average height. Don did worry that he might be slightly underdeveloped for his age given that some of the other boys his age seemed taller than he was, and slightly more built than him. Although he supposed that it didn’t matter in the end of the day, it probably help him towards being the seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team so it had its’ advantages, even if he was right to worry about such the thing and it was not all in his head.
He sighed, Don didn’t want to worry about that right now, he wanted to practice his flying, partly to keep on top of his game but mostly for fun. The Welsh wizard made his way to the quidditch pitch carrying his broomstick, a Cleansweep series from the mid 2000. It was certainly not top of the range, indeed it was getting a bit old now. However, it was all the Westwood family could afford. That said the broom was well looked after by Don, was still fairly reliable and decent, The young lad certainly hoped that his own flying skill made for the age and lack of speed of his broom.
The pale skinned boy stood in the middle of the quidditch pitch, he was totally up for this. He mounted his broom stick and kicked off gently. He ascended up into the air and did a couple of laps around the quidditch pitch to warm up slightly before trying the more serious stuff. Donnie considered what he could practice and decided that barrel rolls and loop the loops might be for the best. Maybe even the Sloth grip roll if he felt a bit more ambitious and his nerves about the risks involved left him. Flying was pretty dangerous anyway so maybe he should go fall hog? If he was to succeed as seeker he certainly would have too.
Then again, Don thought to himself, perhaps it be more important to practice his balance on the broom? Seekers often had to fly one handed or even no handed while trying to catch the snitch. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves the spikey haired lad descended into a nose dive and, once he picked up some speed, he took one hand off his stick and extended it like he was reaching for the snitch.
He lost control of his broom slightly when he did so, it wobbled and hewent off course, unfortuantely the Welsh Ravenclaw lad could not get control over it. The broom went faster and faster towards the ground. He placed both hands on the broom to try and pull up, but it was too late. He crashed hard into the ground and lay there. Unconsious.
