catch it // eirian

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING Even though she had pulled the curtains over her window, and the ones around her bed, the morning sunshine had managed to find a way to creep in and onto Sura's sleeping face. She winced as she stirred, rubbing her eyes and yawning. How could it already be time to get up? Sura rolled onto her side so that she was facing away from the onslaught of light that was trying to attack her eyes. The bed was simply too comfortable and too warm to go anywhere right now, wasn't it? With fall finally settling in, the castle had started getting cooler. More than once this month she had woken up with a lovely warm fire set in the fireplace across the room set by the elves. Considering how light of a sleeper she could be, she was always impressed that the elves could get in, do what they needed to do, and get out without ever being heard. She pulled a chunk of her comforter up to her face and nuzzled into it, sighing. It was probably a good time to check what hour she had managed to stay in her slumbers until. She was supposed to meet with Eirian to attempt to learn to play Quidditch. Attempt was the operative word in that sentence. It wasn't that she couldn't fly -- on the contrary, she was quite good at it, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. The problem lay with the fact that she hadn't yet figured out how to catch and hold onto something while flying and dodging other players and Bludgers. She wasn't completely inept when it came to co-ordination, she just hadn't put everything together at once in her head when it came to Quidditch. She could catch fine, and fly quite well while holding something. So maybe it came down to the adrenaline of the being chased, and the scattered feeling she got from it. Who knew? All Sura knew for certain was that the parts of today were likely to be hysterical, bordering on just plain sad. Steeling herself, she rolled back to her other side and squinted out of the crack in her curtains that the light was seeping in through. The clock said 10:30. "Well that was better than I thought that was going to go..." she muttered, yawning widely. She rubbed her eyes with one hand, pushing herself into a sitting position with the other. The air around her was less terribly cold than she had expected it to be. She paused, the sound of the fireplace confirming her suspicions. That meant that she was really going to have to dress warm today if she didn't want to freeze and fall off of her broom. She grabbed her robe off of the nearby bedpost and wrapped the fluffy fabric around herself, snuggling into it. Sometimes it was completely worth spoiling yourself with something like this. Fluffy bathrobes only made bathing that much more enjoyable. Once she was properly wrapped up, Sura crawled out of her blankets and towards the end of the bed. She pulled her trunk open, leaning over the lid to see inside. She rummaged through, attempting to not make an absolutely massive mess of the organization. Life was so much easier when things were neat and tidy, but boy was it ever a pain in the arse to get it that way. She finally found her sweater and yoga pants, throwing them onto the bed behind her. After smoothing out the clothed in her trunk, she closed the lid. Time to get up and get to business. Sura sat back and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, hopping down to the warm stone floors. Yet another pleasant feature of the Hogwarts dormitories. Cold feet first thing in the morning definitely had the ability to put a damper on even the cheeriest of moods. Twenty minutes later, Sura was standing in front of her mirror finishing her braids. After securing the last one, she pulled on her sweater and walked back to the bed to pull on her sneakers. She had absolutely no idea about what Eirian had in mind for today's activities, so comfortable shoes were likely her very best bet. The kind she could run in. Her Nimbus 2000, a gift from her parents for her birthday after she crashed her last broom, was leaning against the wall beside her bed. It wasn't the fastest broom on the market any more, but boy could it go. It was quick enough for her, got her where she wanted to go, and was extremely well tuned and easy to handle. For her needs, she really couldn't ask for much more. The light from the fireplace flickered in the lacquered handle, and for a moment Sura was mesmerized. A moment later, she shook her head, clearing it. It was about time to get going, according to her clock. They had arranged to meet at 11:30 on the pitch, which meant she had a little over a half hour to get down there. The walk was a bit of a pain, so it was always a good idea to leave early. Besides, she could grab a bite of breakfast on her way down. Sura walked towards the pitch, chewing happily on a slice of buttered toast. The day's air was a little cool, but she felt quite warm enough in her sweater. If not, she could always Charm it to keep her warm. She licked her fingers after the last bite, looking up into the trees. There wasn't much wind today, which would mean the cool air would be a little more forgiving. She also wouldn't have to worry about anything getting blown off course and knocking her in the side of the head. Also a bonus. As she reached the edge of the pitch, Sura threw her leg over her broom and kicked off without hesitation. The wind rushed through her hair as she rose, and was pleasantly refreshing. At least she would be fully awake for today. She leaned left, then right, swerving lazily through the morning air. She had not realized how much she'd missed flying; school seemed to have been in the way lately. She leaned forward and quickly picked up speed, weaving in and out of the goal posts. This was something she was going to have to remember to do more often. 1069 WORDS , Eirian , OUTFIT , Hooray for flying!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Im free as a bird lost in the stars and waving down to earth and on my own Im soaring dont know where I'm gonna land but you gotta wobble before you stand.I'm soaring all alone and on my own. I'm soaring and I know my heart will lead me home and I know that I am gonna touch the sky It had to be said, one of the things Eirian loved most about Hogwarts, one of those things she still quite couldn’t get used to even after having savoured now the beginning sixth year of it, was the castle’s never receding food resources, and apart from the feasts and rich dinners, she loved the breakfasts most. There was the greatest variety of breakfast every person in the world could wish for, as if the House Elves knew exactly what the students of Hogwarts loved most. And In Eirian’s eyes, there was nothing like a Full Welsh Breakfast. It was similar to the ‘usual’ English or Irish full breakfast, but with a little twist some people might find extremely odd, especially to eat in the morning. After all, who would think about creating something like laverbread? Some special form of seaweed mixed with oatmeal, many people Eirian knew would never touch it – and miss heaven on earth. Seriously, laverbread was delicious, and her mother sometimes joked laverbread was the only thing having kept her in cold, wet Wales, while she rather would have spent her time under the Hawaiian sun. Cockles were also a part of the tradional Welsh breakfast, but concerning them, Eirian agreed with many, not quite being able to eat those things on a daily basis in the morning. For her, the breakfast might be the most important meal of the day, deeming your good start into the work you might have due, and of course feeding your brain with all the nutrient matters you needed to unfold your full capacity and brilliance. But there was truth to the fact you couldn’t have a full breakfast every morning and expect to stay fit. So, she divided her days equally into those with or without it, and called those with the ‘laverbread days’ which she cherished most. The good thing about this morning definitely was that it was a laverbread day. And another good thing would be the session she had agreed on later with her friend Sura from Hufflepuff. So while Eirian sat at the Ravenclaw table, digging hungrily into her breakfast and savouring the rich taste of the fried laverbread on her tongue, she let her thoughts and gaze wander alike, seeing if she could spy Sura anywhere. While Sura was good on a broom, she had actually never tried Quidditch, and now, after almost six years of occurring teasing about it, they had decided she should give it a try. It was one thing to be able to keep steady on a broom and carry the Quaffle, it was a completely different thing however to add an exhilarating chase to that situation, and such chases, meters over the safe ground occurred on a regular basis with Quidditch Games. The Chaser, Eirian’s position was maybe the most involved and the most imperiled by the game; you had to be quick with both body and mind, deciding on tactics and following them through, making decisions to dodge, throw or pass in the blink of an eye. No matter the clichés about Quidditch, especially the Chasers couldn’t be brainless thugs. That was the main thing Eirian liked about this sport, this feeling of being challenged in every second of the game, and this was what she wanted to share with Sura. Maybe she would develop a taste for it after all? It was maybe a little too late to follow up and enter into her House Team, but you never knew what the life after school held in store for you. There were enough Quidditch teams in different leagues out there. But she couldn’t see Sura anywhere yet, maybe she would be late for breakfast, or she would in fact be early, just grab something and then head down to the Quidditch pitch. Eirian had checked this with the new assistant Flying Teacher, Oliver Wood, just in case, so they wouldn’t run into any difficulties or interfere with one of the other teams’ training schedules. He said he was okay with it, so she hoped everything would be alright with giving Sura a few Quidditch lessons. If anything, it would be a hilarious affair, that much was for sure. Sura was one of the few people Eirian actually didn’t mind having fun with, and putting their ideas into action always proved to be like a breath of fresh air in her otherwise very foreseeable weeks. After having finished her lavish breakfast, Eirian headed out of the castle and down towards the Quidditch pitch, passing the courtyard and the long bridge on her way. The air still carried a little of the morning chill, coming down from the Scottish mountains Hogwarts was situated near to. But all in all, it was a wonderful day, a perfect day for flying, with a clear air and not too much sunlight to burn down on you. The morning could have been earlier for Eirian’s taste, but then she knew not everyone shared her taste for the crisp earliy mornings, even though you had so much more of the day when you started early. What use was there in sleeping in, lazying about? Before breakfast, you could do so many things, if you just allowed your brain to wake up that early. Nearing the Quidditch pitch, Eirian found one of her assumptions having been met: A tiny figure was already flying around the goal posts, and even from that far away and that high up, Eirian had no doubt it would be Sura. With a smile playing around her lips, she entered the locker room where she kept her broom and where the kind Mr. Wood had deposited the trunk containing the different Quidditch balls. Tugging her broom under her arm and trying to carry the trunk at the same time, she managed to get out to the pitch. Oddly enough the answer to a riddle she had been faced with this morning – on an every day tear-off calendar she had been gifted for last Christmas by Meical – just popped into her head and she had to smile. “What two things can you never have for breakfast? Lunch and dinner of course”, she murmurmed, shaking her head. Then, upon her feet making contact with the sandy pitch, she climbed her broom and pushed herself off the ground, calling out to Sura: “Morning! Excellent weather for a little training, don’t you think? I can’t wait to show you a few things!” © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY SYDNEY FOREST OUTFIT: HERE | 1079WORDS | NOTES: xD let the fun begin!

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING The more she flew, the more absolutely glorious she felt. What an absolutely invigorating way to start her day off. It was nearly noon and the sun was shining brilliantly. Amidst all of the wind and cool air around her, Sura could feel the heat of the sun beating down on her neck and shoulders, keeping her hands from getting too cold to hold her broomstick. It was completely and utterly welcome, especially because winter was going to be here before they knew it. It wasn't that she didn't like winter, it was just that she valued the warm glow of the sun while it was available to her, and she missed a little when it was gone. Then again, it was replaced with the equally magical snowfalls that blanketed everything in glittering white, so she was willing to be forgiving. Besides, if she got that desperate, she could travel south with her family over the winter break for a few weeks. Sura pulled back on her broom, climbing and climbing. She pulled back again, nearly vertical, and stalled in mid air. She let herself fall for a moment, savouring the drop in her stomach that always accompanied a drop. Before she could get going too quickly, she jerked back on her broom and flipped herself until she was back on the broom right side up. Her broom kicked in instantly, accelerating as she leaned forward. The wind whipped the stray hairs that always came loose when she flew out of her face, pinning them back by her ears. She descended slowly to the side of the stadium, down into the ditch that surrounded the pitch. Sura weaved leisurely between the beams, up and down, up and down. It felt effortless as she nudged her broom where she wanted it to go, responding immediately to her touch. She had been wary of it at first, concerned that it wouldn't fly like her old broom, that it's response would be slower and less intuitive of her. It was a pleasant surprise the first time she had taken it out for a spin; it was even better than her old broom. Sura pulled up to fly back at the top of the stadium, slowing herself just enough to step onto the Hufflepuff stands without tripping. She settled herself onto one of the benches, leaning over the side to gaze at the pitch. It had been a little over a year ago that she and her brother had their accident. They had been racing along the hills near their home, the same thing they'd do practically every other day during the summer. The landscape was so familiar to them that they could probably fly it with their eyes closed. They knew exactly where to pull up and to lean down, exactly where they could and could not accelerate. They'd been doing it for at least a year and a half. There were never any surprises. Which was exactly why the accident had ended up happening. They had been flying on a clear day in the bright sun. There was a large, steep hill near their home, tall enough that you couldn't see over it without being near the top, and wide enough that you could really pick up speed if you tried. Sura and her brother had decided to see who was faster by flying in opposite directions at one another. Whoever started gaining on the other, meeting them earlier and earlier in the other person's circle, was the fastest. Simple concept, really. After the second round, what they hadn't expected was to meet each other at the same point that a herd of Fallow deer were climbing the hill. They had both pulled to the same side at the last moment, and then it was too late. They collided, the sound of their broomsticks shattering scattering the deer. When they hit the ground, all she could remember was pain. A large piece of her broomstick had imbedded itself into her lower back, and she was winded. As she gasped for air, she could see that her brother, only a few feet away from her, had a piece of broomstick in his chest. He was gasping for air, though he could not catch his breath -- he'd punctured his lung. They'd spent several days in the Hospital healing. It had been frightening at the time, but they now joked about it. What was more, it hadn't kept either of them on the ground. Sura blinked up at the sky, rubbing her back absently. "Enough of that, then," she muttered, standing up sharply. She grabbed her broom and pulled herself up to stand on the ledge of the stands. Taking a deep breath of air, she stepped off into freefall once more. Sura threw her broom beneath her, and a moment later her vertical speed became horizontal. She zipped in and out of the goalposts once more, snapping back to actual reality when a human voice broke the pattern of rushing air. "Morning! Excellent weather for a little training, don’t you think? I can’t wait to show you a few things!” Sura grinned as she looked about ten feet below herself. "Eirian," she laughed, pulling back on her broom sharp enough to flip backwards and glide down to meet her. "It's a lovely mornin'. Can't believe I even debated staying in bed longer. I'd be missing out on this beautiful day!" She gestured to the scenery, a smile on her lips. "As for training," she said, coming to a hovering stop in front of her friend. "We'll see if we can finally develop me some kind of hand for it. Haven't ever been able to process all the happenings of the game in my head at the exact same time yet." Sura shrugged giggling. She gazed down onto the ground of the pitch, and could clearly see the trunk that held all of the balls for their little practice. At least she could see things well enough. That was a big part of it, for certain. You couldn't catch, or dodge, for that matter, what you couldn't see. It was her personal mission not to get nailed by a Bludger today. The bruises those left were nasty, to say the least. "Let's see what we can make happen?" she said, steering to her right and diving down towards the ground. She knew Eirian would not be far behind her. 1091 WORDS , Eirian , OUTFIT , I think this thread is gonna be fun ;D

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Im free as a bird lost in the stars and waving down to earth and on my own Im soaring dont know where I'm gonna land but you gotta wobble before you stand.I'm soaring all alone and on my own. I'm soaring and I know my heart will lead me home and I know that I am gonna touch the sky For Eirian it was always amusing and a pleasure seeing someone like Sura being so in love with flying. It WAS a wonderful feeling, no doubt there, and sometimes she felt bad for all the muggles that couldn’t experience it without help. Granted, the broom was a measure of help as well, but at least you could direct your flight with it, could soar, could ascend, could freefall at your wish. If not for the broomstick between your legs you were almost as free as a bird! The muggles however only had developed means to break a freefall, if they wanted a kick out of it. Parachuting, paragliders, and of course planes of various sizes. Eirian had read up on such things a lot, since it had always interested her, but she found it never quite the same as REAL flying. So many wizards apparently were fascinated with flying brooms this was one of the few things leaking through into the muggle world when it came to witch clichés. People just couldn’t get enough of it and risked to be seen, which had formed all those funny legends about witches (and somehow not so much the wizards) making their brooms fly with magical ointments made of baby fat. Everything to make them sound horrible of course. If they only knew that is was nothing but a spell enabling the brooms to fly! But then, human beings just were like that, if they didn’t understand something, they first and foremost feared it and sought to destroy it. In a way, those wizards hating the muggles were just acting after the same pattern. It was always easy to destroy and condemn those you could not understand, it saved you the hassle of having to think about things. Truly, Eirian thought that the world in general would be a much better place if people started to use their brains for a change. But now was clearly not the time for philosophical musings, and as much as Eirian loved to watch people flying and playing Quidditch – a trait she clearly had inherited from both her parents – her field of interest went far beyond that, into the actual DOING of things, which was why the ground couldn’t hold her for long once she saw someone else fly, and if the one happened to be one of her best friends, even less. Once she had called out to Sura, the girl was quick to acknowledge her, and while Eirian’s broom climbed a few feet, Sura came dashing downwards with a rather good move Eirian could only salute her for. Such kind of maneuvers would actually add in nicely to a Quidditch Game, it was truly a shame Sura hadn’t tried it until now. Being one with your broom was one of the most important factors of playing Quidditch, you almost had to see it as an extension of yourself, or else you’d never master the perfect move at the exact right time. Along with the excitement ahead of showing someone into the magic and challenge that was Quidditch, Sura’s obvious giddiness was like a breath of fresh air on this rather nice morning. That Eirian didn’t share such sentiments didn’t mean she could not appreciate them, after all. Emotions might be silly sometimes, rather illogical in general and often seriously getting in your way, but there was nothing wrong with being the receiving end of someone’s good mood. Sura sometimes reminded her of her brother Meical, always ready to tell her she was being too serious and giving his trademark tease: ‘you know, sis, just because you are from planet emotionless, doesn’t mean we all are.’ Eirian would glare at him then, and try to explain that she DID actually have feelings and even those that could be hurt, she just wouldn’t let herself be dominated by them unless it was absolutely inevitable. “You can say that again”, she agreed to her friend’s comment about the morning and returned the smile. “I’ve been out and about since eight, finished that DADA assignment for Snape and started on my Arithmancy essay. Mornings can be rather productive, but really, it feels like you should always squeeze some flying in there every morning. It just feels so good!” Of course that would never be allowed, and Eirian knew exactly why: The students would only spend their time in the air if they were allowed to, at least those who found it as irresistible as people like Sura and Eirian did. Perfect chaos of course. Even the weekends couldn’t be totally taken for this, or else the Quidditch Pitch would be endlessly swarmed with students who needed to be observed. Impossible to go through with, and they could be glad to be granted those little moments unobserved, probably because they already were in advanced years. Eirian gave an amused laugh and shook her head at Sura. “It’s really not that difficult, Ais! Alright, you have four balls in total, and two are out to get you while one is the one that gets you the goals. But that’s all fairly evenly divided with the seven players. No one but the Seeker even cares for the snitch, it would not count if anyone else but the Seeker caught it. Tell you what”, she continued after a brief moment of consideration. “You just tell me what you want to know, and I’ll try my best to explain. And then…” she grinned, “we play!” Then Sura gave her consent and started downward. Eirian needed only a split second to react and follow suit, urging her broom so she would catch up with her friend. Even in such a moment, she couldn’t deny her competitive streak and would love to be the first one on the ground. She would not be angry if she lost however, this was nothing but a try to be the winner by a nose, simply because she loved winning. Bringing her broom into a horizontal position, Eirian broke her fall and jumped off, kneeling down to open the trunk with the balls that were securely fasted inside. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY SYDNEY FOREST OUTFIT: HERE | 1019WORDS | NOTES: oooh indeed xD

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING Sura grinned as Eirian spoke of her morning date with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmancy. She'd certainly been more productive today than Sura had. Unless, of course, one counts catching up on sleep as productiveness, in which case Sura felt she may have outperformed almost every person in her year at this point in the day. "That's a pretty impressive morning," Sura agreed. "I did some work last night so I wouldn't have to be up too early today. Probably for the best, considering I probably wouldn't have hauled my sorry arse out of bed for just an essay this morning." She laughed, a grin on her face. That was certainly true. If she almost didn't make it out for flying and a Quidditch lesson, then getting cozy with a roll of parchment, a quill, and a stack of books that was as tall as she was had absolutely no chance of piquing her interest. Like telling a fish that today might be the right day to try flopping about on the beach, just because they could. It was just not in the cards. She listened to the rules patiently as Eirian laid them out for her, crossing her ankles beneath her broom. Sura understood them well enough after all the years she had spent at games with her family and schoolmates alike. Her father, an avid player in his day, had made sure that she could follow the game as soon as she could walk and talk. Frankly, she wouldn't have been surprised if her parents told her that her first words had been "GOAL!" or "THEY'VE CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" It had been that much of a significant part of her childhood. Then again, that was something else that she shared with the rest of the Wizarding population. Muggles had football and basketball and cricket, the Wizarding world had Quidditch. Most people put a lot of time into it, whether it was following games, playing themselves, or a combination of the two. Her real problem with the game was that she wasn't quite comfortable yet with all the things that were required of you whilst playing. She could fly, absolutely no problem. The real trick was coordinating the catching and holding and dodging. Sura didn't think that the skills were out of her reach, she just needed practice. A lot of practice. It was highly unlikely that she was going to be fantastic after this session, no matter how stubborn or determined she was. Luckily, the weather had been warm as of late, and so this was probably not the last time that Sura was going to be able to get out and practice before winter came around. “You just tell me what you want to know, and I’ll try my best to explain. And then, we play!” Sura returned Eirian's grin. It was obvious that the girl was passionate about the playing sport, a trait that Sura felt was somewhat lacking in Ravenclaw house. Many of the people she knew from Ravenclaw were more of the bookish, practical types, the ones who would rather sit down and write a solid three foot essay than be up in the air, dashing about at top speed. But even Ravenclaw needed a Quidditch team, so it was a good thing that the House had a few people like Eirian. "I'm thinking I just need some practice with the throwing and the catching and the batting," she laughed, her eyes dancing with mirth at her own brand of hopeless. "I'm determined enough, I just need someone who is willing to put up with my absolutely dreadful skills for long enough that I might be able to improve some." Her brother, who happened to be quite the good little Quidditch player, had minimal patience for such things. Usually, both of their tempers ended up flaring, and, if not for the fact that they'd be absolutely bludgeoned by their parents, Sura wouldn't be particularly shocked if their shouting matches turned into wrestling matches. Sura urged her broom downwards, the air whipping her loose hairs back to the side of her head. Such an absolutely exhilarating feeling. She couldn't understand why more people didn't want to partake in it. She braced herself on her broom handle, swinging one leg off to land lightly on her feet just as Eirian did the same. Sura grinned as Eirian moved to flip open the latches on the box, revealing the round inner contents. A Quaffle, two Bludgers, and the tiny, twinkling Snitch were latched in tightly to prevent the escape of any of them. Sura wouldn't be surprised if an escaped Bludger would hesitate to smash the trunk to pieces to free its counterparts. What a pain it would be to gather all of them up again. Not the job she'd want, in particular. Sura bent down beside Eirian, unclipping the fastener for the Quaffle. "Let's start easy," she laughed, standing up. She tossed the Quaffle from one hand to the other, her fingers getting familiar with the indentations in the ball that were meant to make it easier to catch. A completely rounded ball would be a massive pain, if not a hazard, to catch in the air when going along at high speeds. Sura jumped onto her broom, kicking off to hover a few feet in the air. "We can maybe start throwing it around stationary, and then get to moving? I want to get myself set up catching on my broom before I even attempt to do it while moving," she chuckled, pulling up on the neck of her broom. She rose slowly but smoothly upward, the Quaffle tucked securely into the crook of her arm. At least that was comfortable. When she decided that she was high enough in the air, Sura let go of the handle, perched comfortably on her broom. The wind around them was minimal, so at least she wouldn't have to dive around for the damned thing just yet. Knowing Eirian though, she'd be moving before she knew it. The girl loved a challenge just as much as she did. "So how long have you been playing Quidditch?" she wondered out loud, tossing the Quaffle in Eirian's direction. There, at least that part wasn't so hard. She hadn't even lost her balance. One for Team Sura. 1075 WORDS , Eirian , OUTFIT , Teh Quaffle.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Im free as a bird lost in the stars and waving down to earth and on my own Im soaring dont know where I'm gonna land but you gotta wobble before you stand.I'm soaring all alone and on my own. I'm soaring and I know my heart will lead me home and I know that I am gonna touch the sky Eirian gave an understanding nod when Sura told her about her plans for last night and the morning. There were just people like that, muggle science called them owls and larks, people who either couldn’t function well in the morning or in the evening. Eirian was a clear lark in that aspect, getting her best ideas always in the crisp morning air and getting tired soon after it got dark, which could be slightly annoying in winter, because it just provided you with so much less hours to work with. “Just an essay?!” she teased Sura, wiggling both her index finger and her eyebrows. “Don’t let any teacher hear that, my dear, they might decide on taking points from you for that.” Gladly, the times of unreasonable point taking were clearly over, since the school was run by Dumbledore again and that impossible woman Umbridge was no longer in charge of anything, not even a classroom. Eirian herself had never had a true run-in with her, but she had seen enough of what she COULD do to those that crossed her to be extremely wary of her. It just had not been RIGHT, using such methods on students! She had never thought she’d be good at teaching something, since most things she was good in just came to her, without her even knowing exactly where from. Of course, she was working hard, but apparently especially concerning Quidditch, she simply seemed to have a ‘mind’ for it, and she was not sure how well that could be transferred to others. Well, there was no use in not trying after all, and Eirian was very willing to see what would come out of it. There were little people enough who got along with her well and also were interested in Quidditch, and so she’d be stupid not to capitalize on it, getting even more similarities with Sura. And she had no doubt that the girl would be better than she currently made herself, there was no way she was actually THAT horrible! “That sounds like a plan!”, she nodded, taking the quaffle and weighing it in her own hands thoughtfully. “Let’s do some catching and throwing with the quaffle, first we could play together and then I’d try to steal the quaffle from you. For such things it might be perfect if we had a third person to side with us, but even with two we can do a lot of practice.” Eyeing the vicious bludgers for a moment, she decided they really might be put off for later, maybe without the Quaffle at all, since they were really hard to manage, if you weren’t a practiced Beater. “And psssh… I’m sure I can handle a lot, patience-wise”, she claimed, waving her hand dismissively. “After all, you are my friend. And even Hogwarts wasn’t built inside a day; if this gives us a few exciting mornings out in the open and on our brooms, who am I to complain?” That was nothing if not reasonable, right? Why were some people so easily concerned about coming off the wrong way or being a nuisance? That was hardly fair to them! Sura had done nothing yet to even in the slightest make Eirian exasperated with her, and she was sure a Quidditch training would not change that. But she better didn’t start a talk about principles now, they were here to have fun after all! Noting the Quaffle was now in Sura’s hands already, Eirian mounted her broom again and made herself ready to push from the ground. But then she kept herself in check when she heard Sura’s request and nodded. “Stationary sounds fine. On the ground or in the air, just keeping the broom steady? It’s your call, we can start from Adam and Eve if you feel comfortable with it, I’m not going to push you anywhere!” Even that question was easily enough answered when Sura pulled up in the air, and Eirian follwed closely after, keeping an eye on the Quaffle in case Sura would decide to toss it rather unexpectedly. She cocked her head in thinking, wondering what the first time might be she had been sitting on a broom. It must have been fairly early, since sometimes Meical said she had wanted on a broom even before she could walk – though Eirian scarcely believed that. “We’ve been practicing a lot in our backyard, my siblings and I”, she called back, then caught the Quaffle with ease, weighing the familiar weight in her hand, before letting go of the broom altogether and tossing it between her hands thoughtfully. “And that must have started early. Alice, my sister, is still obsessed with it, and determined to become a Quidditch Professional even though she’s a squib. I sometimes miss our wild chasing games, we were much closer back then…” Eirian trailed off and shook her head as if to clear it. Now was so not the time to get sentimental over family problems – if there ever was a time for that at all that is. “What’s your history with Quidditch? I mean, why did you never try it out before? Catch!” And she tossed the quaffle back at her friend. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY SYDNEY FOREST OUTFIT: HERE | 869WORDS | NOTES: sorry that took so long :/

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noises i play within my head

touch my own skin and hope that i'm still breathing

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,15,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m542/pwbthemes/wood%20backgrounds/DarkWood.gif');,true] CAUSE THEY'RE CALLING A knowing smile settled on Sura's lips when Eirian chided her for referring to her essay as just and essay. It was the same smile that had earned her the name "Mama O'Connor" amongst some of her Hufflepuff peers. She was the one who always made sure everyone got everything done, made sure everyone was taken care of, understood different points of view on a subject, including feelings on schoolwork. Eirian fit into Ravenclaw perfectly in that respect; she was cool and logical, very much the bookworm and hard worker. She was smart, got things done well in advance, pulled in points for her house because of her in-class performance. Though Sura couldn't say that she shared Eirian's point of view on some schoolwork, she could certainly respect it. She chuckled while Eirian wagged a finger in her direction. "I promise I'll get it done. It's just about there!" She'd been on the final stretch of it the previous night, only to catch a serious case of burn-out on the half-foot homestretch. She'd get it done tonight, after their Quidditch session. Sura rolled her shoulders while Eirian explained the plan to her, stretching out the muscles that were still stiff from her night's sleep. The whole concept seemed simple enough: catch it. And that was exactly why she was fervently praying that she was not as crap at Quidditch as she had been the last time she played it. Sura was alright with not being the best at something, but she certainly had her pride and her ego. She certainly didn't want to waste either of their precious time. She squeezed her core against the lump that was forming in the pit of her stomach, a heavy stone made of nerves and anxiety. It was time to buck up and make it happen. Her eyebrows rose, however, when Eirian continued with her plan for the day, "Then I’d try to steal the Quaffle from you." A snort escaped from Sura as she grinned. "I'm sure you'll have absolutely no problem with that part," “And psssh… I’m sure I can handle a lot, patience-wise,” said Eirian, waving her hand in the air. Sura replied with a laugh, shaking her head slowly. "It's not just your patience that I'm worried about, but mine as well." If things didn't happen to go well today, it wouldn't be the first time that Sura might let her emotions get the better of her in the end. She could get quite frustrated with herself, and it didn't ever bode well for any situation. Those were the times that she usually had to walk away to cool off before she could start back at it. At least she'd taught herself to keep her mouth shut during those times, lest she say something she regretted later on. That developed trait had saved her from what she was sure would have been several sticky situations. "But," she conceded, raising both of her hands. "I promise I will try my very best, for both of our sakes." She rolled the Quaffle between her palms, the feeling of the stitching and the smell of leather almost soothing. Time to try it out... She listened to Eirian tell her about her practices with her siblings. It was certainly a family sport, with almost anyone being able to participate. Even those who couldn't quite catch on with it still enjoyed playing the game, how ever poorly it might be played on their part. Sura watched as Eirian handled the Quaffle easily, tossing it from palm to palm. “What’s your history with Quidditch? I mean, why did you never try it out before? Catch!” The word caused her to perk up, her muscles coiling to keep her steady on her broom. She tilted to her left, her broom shifting easily to position her in front of the ball. Her broom was nothing if not intuitive of her. Sura's hands caught it hard, causing her to squeak as one hand moved to the handle to catch her balance. Well, at least she'd caught it. Obviously, the flying was not the problem, but the catching. "I've tried it before, I mean..." she started, tossing the ball up and catching it with both hands. "I grew up watching it, had my first toy ball set by the time I was three. My mum is a big Holyhead Harpies fan, my dad for the Chudley Cannons. They had me on a broom at four, flying on my own by five. My brother took to the sport right quick, but I guess I always just preferred flying to throwing." Sura shrugged, one hand pressed onto the handle of her broom as she wound her other arm up and threw the Quaffle back to Eirian. "I guess I'm a late bloomer that way, only getting interested now," she laughed, a large smile on her lips. 842 WORDS , Eirian , OUTFIT , Teh Quaffle.

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