Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw 
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Aug 22, 2011 18:49:30 GMT -5
She was expecting for him to zoom around immediately or do some crazy dive, but she felt the broom come to a stop and was able to open her eyes. They were higher up, able to see the lake and forest. Celyn almost regretted opening her eyes, her heart began racing and she buried her face in his back again. "Holy effing merlin we are so freaking high!" She squeaked, but she had to look, she had to get over this.
Slowly she straightened up and opened her eyes again. The view was breathtaking. She soaked it all up, forgetting the height and looking at it as if admiring a beautiful canvas of art. Maybe, she could paint this later.
She snapped out of her trance, and was back to hiding her face on his back, a hiss of curses escaping her lips.
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Post by Aiden Shover on Aug 22, 2011 18:54:29 GMT -5
Aiden chuckled and leaned forward, urging the broom on. He loved the wind against him, even if it made his hair stick up at crazy angles and sometimes gave him a nasty case of windburn. He loved feeling the broom respond to his slightest touch, like it was reading his mind and knew where he wanted to turn before he gave the command. "It's not that bad!" he said as he took a turn.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Aug 22, 2011 19:07:32 GMT -5
If it weren't for the fact that she was holding on for her dear life, she would have figured out a way to physically, hut not aggressively show him her envy of his words. "Says the pro...." and another stream of curses as he turned. She was going to die, the broom was going to loose its magic mojo and turn into some regular cleaning broom and they were going to fall to their deaths. "This is mental absolutely... holy sh**!" She had peered over his shoulder and instantly regretted it. She made up her mind... her body would not be found.
Celyn believed she was going to fall and her body was going to turn into mush and be absorbed by the ground. If the not so terrified Celyn heard this, she would slap the current Celyn around like a rag doll.
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Post by Aiden Shover on Aug 25, 2011 15:17:52 GMT -5
"Do I need to take you down?" Aiden asked, grinning broadly back at Celyn. He was confident, and he wouldn't let her fall or let anything happen to her. He wouldn't do flips or death-defying dives to scare her on purpose. He tilted his broom down and took them to a lower height, hoping that perhaps it would relax her a bit.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Aug 27, 2011 18:16:18 GMT -5
Moving closer to the stable ground did help, but she didn't want to be relaxed, she needed to get over all of this. "Gimme a sec." Celyn took deep breaths forehead resting on his back after a few breaths and her heart beat returning to normal she leaned back and looked around. "Ok now... go crazy. No mercy." She was dead serious. Celyn needed this and if she lived through she could always reward herself with a new easel or art supplies.
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