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
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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

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Well, most people are pretty dumb. They need things explained five or six times first." Howard follows Cedric's course, slower and much more unused to the broom, but marginally less afraid now.

"Yeah, I know. I mean, there's a place for brute strength and explosions, there really is, but if it isn't something you're naturally good at you sort of pick up the subtle side of things."

[theboywhodied]

"Exactly. I know I'm guilty of all those things too, but it's almost a miracle that the school was still standing. After all those feuds, something should've fallen by now."

He shakes his head. Exasperating! People wasted their energy picking the wrong battles, he thinks. It's better to lie low and strike when it counts.

"At least Medical can't be that bad. Right?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"So what are wizard feuds like, anyway? I mean, not the serious ones where people die, but just fights at school? Do you curse people with bad hair days instead of shoving them in lockers? Jinx their mouths shut instead of swirlies?"

He nods. "Medical's good. Mostly calm, except the field work, and usually you've got too much adrenaline going for the terror to kick in. It's...nice. Almost relaxing, you know?" He likes the Med Bay especially. It's become a safe haven, a place where he feels like he belongs and doesn't have to dwell on fear.