Post by Isabella Huntington on Dec 29, 2008 0:24:30 GMT -5
Dong. Dong. Dong.
Nine more times the clock in the Clock Tower sounded, signaling not only mid-day, but lunchtime as well. Normally, twelve-year-old Isabella Huntington would be in the Great Hall at this time, happily inhaling the wonderful food that had been prepared by the house elves...
But that wasn't the case today. The sea of hungry students in the Great Hall was missing one of its red heads.
The red head in question was actually outside, zooming around the Quidditch Pitch on her Nimbus 2001. The broomstick had been a present from her parents over the summer; it was their "congratulations!" present for getting accepted into the wizarding school. Yes, that had happened over a year ago, but Izzy had been quite stubborn about going to Hogwarts over a year ago as well. As a matter of fact, she'd wanted nothing to do with the place, to stay with her Muggle friends and live her mostly Muggle life instead, so the Huntingtons had decided to hold off on giving their daughter a present until she was ready for one.
Her readiness was made clear this past summer, when she had expressed interest in having her own broomstick. Izzy'd had tons to tell her parents about Hogwarts after her arrival home, but she spoke of flying and Quidditch most often. In fact, after she had attended her first Quidditch Game (which had also happened to be the last one of last season), the lioness knew she wanted to be a part of the Gryffindor Team.
And this year was her chance. Izzy had wasted no time adding her name to the sign-up list the second it was posted, and now she just had to wait. Wait for a try-out announcement. And until then, she'd just have to practice. Find times the Quidditch Pitch would be the most empty, so she could take her broom and practice. Practice until she was perfect.
She had easily mastered flying - with both hands. But in Quidditch, it seemed like the players rarely flew with both hands, if any hands at all. Izzy had taken note, and soon began practicing with one and no hands. She was flying with none at the moment, zipping around the Pitch, getting the feel of steering the broom with her hips as opposed to her hands. It was quite an awkward feeling at first, but the second year was soon used to it, and suddenly - showing her enthusiasm and delight at her apparent success - whooped loudly.
((Izzy & Derrick))
Nine more times the clock in the Clock Tower sounded, signaling not only mid-day, but lunchtime as well. Normally, twelve-year-old Isabella Huntington would be in the Great Hall at this time, happily inhaling the wonderful food that had been prepared by the house elves...
But that wasn't the case today. The sea of hungry students in the Great Hall was missing one of its red heads.
The red head in question was actually outside, zooming around the Quidditch Pitch on her Nimbus 2001. The broomstick had been a present from her parents over the summer; it was their "congratulations!" present for getting accepted into the wizarding school. Yes, that had happened over a year ago, but Izzy had been quite stubborn about going to Hogwarts over a year ago as well. As a matter of fact, she'd wanted nothing to do with the place, to stay with her Muggle friends and live her mostly Muggle life instead, so the Huntingtons had decided to hold off on giving their daughter a present until she was ready for one.
Her readiness was made clear this past summer, when she had expressed interest in having her own broomstick. Izzy'd had tons to tell her parents about Hogwarts after her arrival home, but she spoke of flying and Quidditch most often. In fact, after she had attended her first Quidditch Game (which had also happened to be the last one of last season), the lioness knew she wanted to be a part of the Gryffindor Team.
And this year was her chance. Izzy had wasted no time adding her name to the sign-up list the second it was posted, and now she just had to wait. Wait for a try-out announcement. And until then, she'd just have to practice. Find times the Quidditch Pitch would be the most empty, so she could take her broom and practice. Practice until she was perfect.
She had easily mastered flying - with both hands. But in Quidditch, it seemed like the players rarely flew with both hands, if any hands at all. Izzy had taken note, and soon began practicing with one and no hands. She was flying with none at the moment, zipping around the Pitch, getting the feel of steering the broom with her hips as opposed to her hands. It was quite an awkward feeling at first, but the second year was soon used to it, and suddenly - showing her enthusiasm and delight at her apparent success - whooped loudly.
((Izzy & Derrick))