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Post by Geminus James Rattagin on Sept 28, 2012 15:59:49 GMT -5
It was a Saturday, the weekend was finally here, and Geminus was going to spend it doing something fun. He didn't have any homework seeing as how it was only the first week back, so he decided to use it to do a little training instead. So he awoke early that morning, changed into his Quidditch robes, grabbed his Firebolt and headed down to the Quidditch pitch.
He was wearing Black and White robes, that was emblazed with a Magpie on the Back and the Chest. The uniform of his Quidditch team, The Montrose Magpies He had ordered them specially and they had come last summer, and now he finally had a chance to wear them.
He arrived at the pitch, and the wind was blowing something firece. For Gem, that was good. Less chance that he would be disturbed then. So he walked onto the pitch, swung his leg over his broom, and kicked off. Oh tis was how he liked it. The wind his hair, and the rush of speed that the broom gave off. He lived and breathed Quidditch, and was constantly learning new moves. Ove the summer, he had learnt a new one, but he needed the Quaffle to practise with. If he was lucky though, he might be able to get a note of the Groundskeeper giving him permission to use it. But he'd find and ask him later. Right now, he was just going to enjoy his flying.
Words: 246 Muse: N/A Tagged: Open Notes: Sorry it's so bad, starters aren't my strong point, plus I'm tired.
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