Post by Bella Chimere on May 4, 2011 7:21:32 GMT -5
After a long winter, it's finally hit the beginning of spring. All flowers began blossoming and the sky opens for the sun to shine it's rays against the greens of the grass. It was a wonderful day for going to the beach, and yet, a wonderful day to practice quidditch. Bella was slightly a beginner. She had gotten better and better at it as the months passed by. She worked hard to at least be a good team mate for the Slytherin House. She didn't want to end up a player that would sit on the bench the whole game.
With broom and quaffle in hand, she walked towards the grassy field where she didn't see a lot of people around. There were some people practicing themselves, but for different reasons than the hoops that she had wanted to use. Some were practicing to catch the snitch that was flying around, others the avoid the bludger, while many others were just practicing how to fly their broomstick properly. Mounting her broom, Bella lifted herself off of the ground, ball under her arms and headed towards the height of the hoops. She wrapped her legs tightly against the broomstick and moved the quaffle to her hand and grabbed the bat from her side pocket. A pocket that looked as though a sword would fit nicely in place of the bat.
Readying herself, she threw the quaffle high into the air and the bat against it, aiming towards the center hoop. Unfortunately, it didn't make it through and Bella quickly raced for the quaffle and begin flying towards the same spot, creating a routined formation. Little did she know that she was probably being watched from afar.
With broom and quaffle in hand, she walked towards the grassy field where she didn't see a lot of people around. There were some people practicing themselves, but for different reasons than the hoops that she had wanted to use. Some were practicing to catch the snitch that was flying around, others the avoid the bludger, while many others were just practicing how to fly their broomstick properly. Mounting her broom, Bella lifted herself off of the ground, ball under her arms and headed towards the height of the hoops. She wrapped her legs tightly against the broomstick and moved the quaffle to her hand and grabbed the bat from her side pocket. A pocket that looked as though a sword would fit nicely in place of the bat.
Readying herself, she threw the quaffle high into the air and the bat against it, aiming towards the center hoop. Unfortunately, it didn't make it through and Bella quickly raced for the quaffle and begin flying towards the same spot, creating a routined formation. Little did she know that she was probably being watched from afar.