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Post by Emily Wright on Mar 9, 2008 14:04:13 GMT -5
The new Quidditch season wasn't be that far away. Hell's recent disappearance had delayed allot of things, including Quidditch. The atmosphere in the castle had been pretty dull, and the Hufflepuff team hadn't practiced together in ages, they hadn't exactly felt the need. As much as Emily loved Quidditch and flying, she hadn't even practiced Quidditch alone, or with friends. If Hufflepuff were ever going to win the Quidditch cup, Emily Wright knew she was going to have to kick her newly found lazy lifestyle, and start practicing again.
It was an incredibly windy morning in Scottland, on the Quidditch Pitch. Pieces of bright orange hair was flying in every direction - Emily was defiantly regretting wearing her hair loose. Dragging behind Emily was one of the incredibly old school brooms, she hadn't been able to find her own nimbus 2001 in her incredibly messy school trunk.
Emily made her way into the center of the pitch in her yellow and black Hufflepuff Quidditch robes, which didn't seem to fit as well. The chest which held the practice balls was already laid out onto the wet grass. Emily mounted the old broom, ready to warm up. It sure felt strange to be gripping a broomstick again. The Hufflepuff kicked off the ground with all her might, but it took a few seconds for the broomstick to respond. When the Emily was finally in the air she stopped for a minute, it seemed she had forgotten what to do.
[[Don't ask about the title - it's from a Mika song.... I was gonna use another lyric from it, but yeah this thread is open.]]
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