ext_246494 ([identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2006-03-26 12:44 pm

::Flying RP, Semi-Open::

Flying was becoming a familiar, comforting thing.

Actually trying to practice, though... that was less comfortable. But there was definitely something satisfying, Nny reflected, about hitting bludgers through the air, looping around as they swung back towards them, and smacking them away again.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Teatime laughed. "Should I start flying for my life now, then?"

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Quickly, Teatime directed his broom downwards, and dove out of the way. Sometimes he was irritated by the slow response brooms tended to have, but...putting that out of mind, he focused instead on not getting pummeled to death by a flying ball of doom.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-26 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Teatime continued to outmaneuver the Bludger, smiling widely as he did so. There was something fun about avoiding them, really...perhaps it was the continuation of life.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Moving away from the threatening Bludger, Teatime remarked, "You know, it'd really be nice if we had a Snitch or some equivalent..."

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like to use a real one this time. It'd be rather better practice."

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Right!" Teatime looked about for the shed, located it, and flew towards it, trailing a Bludger. A few moments later he returned, grinning, a Snitch firmly gripped in his hand. "Hi!"

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Either would be good practice. Which would you like to do?"

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Which part would that be, hitting it at people or away from people?" Teatime rolled his good eye, released the Snitch into the air, and flew some distance away to allow for complications. One, two, three--and then he began to pursue it.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"And you could practice as if we were on the same side, couldn't you?"

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose so. Just suggesting." He looked around, eye nearly as wide as his smile, looking.
Ah.
Teatime swung his broom to one side and flew after the Snitch, holding on to the broom tightly, laughing.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The Snitch was fast, but Teatime could be faster (if this broom would maneuver. Ugh! It's incredibly cumbersome), and he was close on its tail by now and increasing speed. I expect a distraction any time now, of course.

[identity profile] teatimeassassin.livejournal.com 2006-03-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
A quick dodge to the side, to avoid the Bludger and keep from getting smashed into; a small dive, up again, accelerate....

Teatime was now flying back, still trying not to get hit by the Bludger, Snitch firmly gripped in his hand.