On your broomsticks! [OPEN]

[theboywhodied]

Following the instructions given to him by crew members here and there, Cedric stepped through a green archway tucked on a corner of the fifth floor and entered a grey void. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sort of place that would be perfect for a day of flying. He imagined a bright grassy plain, a large lake, and a forest off to the side. Vague memories turned into vivid images surrounding him, so thoroughly convincing that he really believed he'd been taken from the ship and placed on a field back on Earth. It was quite a convincing illusion
.
All it needed now was the key piece: a group of brooms. He thought for a moment on which brooms to provide them with. Firebolts were the world standard, but he'd never known one well enough to be able to picture it accurately. The school brooms, Shooting Stars, were nice and safe for new riders but not quite reliable. In the end, he knew his own broom best: a sleek Nimbus 2001, gifted by his father. As long as he instructed the fliers to go slowly, they should be safe on those brooms.

Visitors would find Cedric side-mounted on a broom in his black and yellow Quidditch robes, gliding just slightly over the grass. As soon as he spotted them, he'd greet them enthusiastically and move to touch down. "Hi!"

((ooc: wide open for everyone to join in! We'll be doing some group exercises too, so thread around! Fly as a group when you're ready!))

Comments

[theboywhodied]

"Yeah, it will." Cedric stopped to peer at Punchy. Is he sure that nothing's wrong? Unfortunately, he fails to react to the Bludgers' rebounding back at them quickly enough---damn---can he dodge low?

"Now!"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy probably breaks some rule or other when he reaches out his free hand and hekps push Cedric, adding to that low dodge. He wields the bat in the other hand and puts some wrist into it, slamming it into the bludger full on. The bludger shoots away.

[theboywhodied]

Cedric's surprised but grateful. That shove on his shoulder keeps him out of harm's way, and soon they're safe. With a wave of his hand, the Bludger vanishes.

"That was excellent," Cedric compliments, still trying to catch his breath. "You'll be a fine Beater, but you'll need a partner. Is there anyone you work well with? We can find someone, of course, but it might help if you already knew one."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"I'm breezy with anyone except my roommate, and he'd probably crack these balls at his own team anyway out of spite or something." Punchy's got a four-hundred megawatt smile that Cedric thinks he did a good job.

[theboywhodied]

"Roommates are strange like that sometimes. I didn't always get on well with mine."

He drifted toward the ground, reaching out to clap Punchy on the shoulder. "You'll be a fine asset to any team with enough work. We'll have the teams organised soon, you should join one!"

Yes, more than one. He'll have to talk to Harry and Ginny about that soon.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Dawg, ain't no way your old roommate can front like this mofo can. He makes igging his whole MO."

Punchy pumps his fists. "Dayumn! Good to hear, homeboy. I'll keep an ear to the comms when you start sign-ups."

[theboywhodied]

"Igging?"

Cedric's trying his best to understand Punchy's way of speaking, but there are still a few glitches in the system.

"Great. So I'll see you again!"

/wrap?

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"You know. Making damage. Startin' shit. Getting in your grill and acting like you up his." Punchy gives Cedric a little salute. "You too, homeboy!"

Yup, thank you!

[theboywhodied]

"Got it." Cedric waves, returning the little salute. "I'll expect you."

What a strange person. Not a bad Beater, though.