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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 25, 2008 23:31:36 GMT -5
Evey stared at the broom in her hand. She'd gone to the quiditch supplies on impulse and now had hardly any idea as to what she was supposed to do with the God-forsaken cleaning untensile. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment and switched hands. Then switched back.
"Frick.." She muttered when the broom did nothing of interest. She'd taken flying lessons, of course, but it wasn't one of her strong points.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 25, 2008 23:34:30 GMT -5
Brayden was standing in the corner of the pit with a smile on his face, "Looks like you could use some help." Walking over, he couldn't help but chuckle.
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 25, 2008 23:36:12 GMT -5
Evey jumped slightly, dropping the broom to the ground. She stared at it again. "No...I don't really need help. I'm just trying to figure out what posessed me to come out here."
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 25, 2008 23:38:58 GMT -5
"Wanting to fly." Brayden could answer that because that's what got him to come out here. "I can help you, I'm pretty good at flying."
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 25, 2008 23:40:19 GMT -5
Evey picked up the broom and shook her head. "I...don't really think that's a very good idea." She paused, though, and actually considered it, fixing her eyes on the broom again with a slightly torn expression.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 25, 2008 23:42:38 GMT -5
Brayden placed his broom down and walks closer, "What do you have to lose, besides for the ability not to fly."
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 25, 2008 23:43:50 GMT -5
"My life..." Evey mumbled mechanically. "All right, fine. I'll try it."
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 25, 2008 23:46:07 GMT -5
Brayden laughed, "I can promise you that you will not die." He takes the broom and holds his hand above it, "Mount it."
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 25, 2008 23:47:23 GMT -5
Evey gave him a strange look, then did as she was told, holding tightly to the neck of it.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 25, 2008 23:55:59 GMT -5
"Ok now, do you feel the energy from the broom?" Hopefully she understands what he is saying, Brayden could feel the broom wanting to move and needing control.
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 26, 2008 8:15:29 GMT -5
Evey cringed slightly and nodded, gripping the broom all the more tightly. "Yes."
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 26, 2008 10:06:01 GMT -5
Brayden watched her cringe and knew she was afraid, "Now don't be afraid and let your heart transfer to the broom, if you think you are in control, you will be." He smiles at her.
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 26, 2008 13:56:12 GMT -5
Evey gripped the broom, trying to show some control. Her eyes narrowed and her body tense. "Now what?" She asked, and to her surprise, her voice didn't squeak.
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Post by Professor Brayden A. Valder on Jun 26, 2008 15:01:45 GMT -5
"Kick of lightly, just to hover." He laughs.
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Post by Evey Loveless on Jun 26, 2008 15:03:33 GMT -5
She did so, but a little bit too hard. She squealed and leaned forward until her feet touched the ground.
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