Post by Evergreen Iris Weasley on Mar 5, 2013 18:50:54 GMT -5
Ever was in town for the next few days for the Quidditch training camp for the Appleby Arrows, the team which she was supervising. She got along well with all the players thankfully, although a lot of the other team trainers underestimated her due to her young age. Little did they know who her father was, and although he might have never made it big in the Quidditch industry by choice, he had been one of the best flyers for the country when he was in school. Ever had grown up with not only her father's tutoring, but also all her Weasley Uncles and the Uncles on the Dragon reserve back home where she still lived even today.
The young Weasley, with her broom in hand and a snitch she had been given for her 11th birthday as a child in her pocket, she apparated to a vast, open patch of field she knew was out in the mountain ranges which nearby surrounded London. Her father had taken her here many times for picnics as a child, as it was a place he and her mother had gone to when they had free time from the Reserve. This was like a little ritual she did, to get herself into the mindset of the trainer, a clear head and a good set of brains on her shoulders she could do anything.
Landing in the field she dug through her jean pockets to find the snitch, letting it go fly into the air, already having set the barrier to the tree line before counting to 20. When she finally reached twenty, she mounted her broom and kicked off, starting the easy chase of the snitch which ducked and weaved, climbed in altitude before dropping back down to earth, making her dive backwards down in a nose dive. She loved to fly, it let her get a taste of what it would be like to truly have freedom, like dragons could. Ever loved dragons, this was just another step closer to being with them.
Finally, once she caught the snitch she landed back onto the ground, her hair windswept and a shiny sheen of sweat coated her face. Feeling hot she pulled off the pullover she wore, the cool wind hitting her bare arms forced a shiver from her, all the while a grin on her face. She didn't even notice that there was someone else in the clearing as she was too lost in the thrill she had from the chase.
The young Weasley, with her broom in hand and a snitch she had been given for her 11th birthday as a child in her pocket, she apparated to a vast, open patch of field she knew was out in the mountain ranges which nearby surrounded London. Her father had taken her here many times for picnics as a child, as it was a place he and her mother had gone to when they had free time from the Reserve. This was like a little ritual she did, to get herself into the mindset of the trainer, a clear head and a good set of brains on her shoulders she could do anything.
Landing in the field she dug through her jean pockets to find the snitch, letting it go fly into the air, already having set the barrier to the tree line before counting to 20. When she finally reached twenty, she mounted her broom and kicked off, starting the easy chase of the snitch which ducked and weaved, climbed in altitude before dropping back down to earth, making her dive backwards down in a nose dive. She loved to fly, it let her get a taste of what it would be like to truly have freedom, like dragons could. Ever loved dragons, this was just another step closer to being with them.
Finally, once she caught the snitch she landed back onto the ground, her hair windswept and a shiny sheen of sweat coated her face. Feeling hot she pulled off the pullover she wore, the cool wind hitting her bare arms forced a shiver from her, all the while a grin on her face. She didn't even notice that there was someone else in the clearing as she was too lost in the thrill she had from the chase.