Up in the air [Lorcan, Open]

[andrea veraldi]

She had been having such a bad day. Two classes, somehow she manged to be late for two classes. The professors weren't thrilled and neither was she. In both classes she had to endure the professors staring at her from the corner of their eyes. Andrea knew what they were thinking, how to punish her somehow she was hoping it wouldn't be by taking points away from Gryffindor house. Points were very important to them winning the house cup, she would hate to be the one to make them loose the points they've already accumulated. She would take detention, she would actually prefer detention. So in the end that's just what she got, two separate detentions and she wasn't happy about it, but at least she didn't loose her house any points.

As if being late to her classes wasn't bad enough as she left her last lesson her rucksack split open. Her books came tumbling out, her bottle of ink fell and smashed to the floor all over everything. People stopped and stared at her some even started to laugh. Drea luckily wasn't the kind of girl to turn read and high tail it and run. Instead she knelt down on the floor to pick her things up snapping at those who were laughing since they were too lazy to help her. After she mended her bag magically she threw everything back inside after cleaning the ink of them. Getting up she simply made her way to the Great Hall for some food.

As if her day wasn't going bad enough, some first year who apparently did not know how to hold a goblet dropped his pumpkin juice all over the table. Andrea who had not been paying attention simply felt the liquid dripping all over her. Looking down at the front of her robes saw the big wet spot and jumped back dropping food all down her front. A scream of annoyance issuing from her mouth as she got up from the table and stormed out of the room.

She stored around her room for a while, simply annoyed at how bad her day had gone. After showering and changing into sweat pants and a sweat shirt Drea knew the only thing that would make her feel better. Throwing on a pair of tennis shoes she decided to make her way to the Quiddtich Pitch for some flying. There was just something about being up in the air, the wind blowing, the cool air hitting one's face that made her feel good. Leaving the castle she could feel the cool air, the warmth they were feeling that morning was surely disappearing, but Drea didn't care she wasn't about to go back into that castle until she felt better. As she walked toward the pitch she noticed that there was someone else already there. She sighed hoping that whomever it was wouldn't be bothering her...

[lorcan scamander]

For once, Lorcan Scamander thanked Merlin that his parents were different. They weren't like the other obnoxious parents who, when they had twins, forced said twins to do and wear and use the exact same things. He couldn't stomach the idea of dressing the same way as Lysander, or using Lysander's things. He was incredibly happy to have his own broom at present, never mind the fact that it was a gently used Nimbus 2000 -- slightly out of date. Lorcan wasn't picky about broomsticks; there were too many other things to be picky about, in his opinion.

He zoomed around on the Quidditch pitch, savoring the feeling of being over a hundred feet in the air. A light breeze gusted about and Lorcan let his broom follow it, content to be carried around by the elements for the time being. It amazed him, the way flying was enough to relieve stress when he needed it. Not that Lorcan was stressed, per se. He'd had a few rough classes, but otherwise life was fine. That in itself was surprising to him. He was very accustomed to be randomly bullied and whatnot around school, but nothing had really happened this week so far. So far, so good. Wonder if it'll be a record.

Lorcan wasn't much good at Quidditch, but he loved to fly. He was extremely afraid that if he tried out he would get laughed at and chucked out so fast his broom would hit him in the back of the head on his way out -- which was basically the reaction whenever he attempted something slightly outside of his comfort zone. So he contented himself with coming out to the empty pitch and flying on his own whenever there wasn't a match or a practice going on. Glancing down from his lofty height, Lorcan saw a girl walking toward the pitch, carrying a broom with her. He looked around, searching for any other people. Seeing no one, he deduced that she too was here alone, and decided to stay where he was. There was plenty of room on the pitch for two people.

[andrea veraldi]

When the second flier didn't stop or even acknowledge her Andrea smiled. That was a good sign it meant that whomever was there was doing his or her and thing just as Andrea was getting ready to do her own thing. All that was necessary was for her to steer clear of her. So she hopped on her broom almost expertly and zoomed up in the air. Just as she thought the feeling of the air in her face, the wind whipping her hair around was just what she needed.

She zoomed around the pitch accelerating just as much as her broom would allow her. It usually did naught to 80 in about 60 seconds so she was literally racing around the pitch almost like some sort of race car driver. This was certainly what she needed, and she loved every minute of it. Andrea couldn't wait for the Quidditch season to start.

Andrea had been so wrapped up in her own little word that she didn't realize she was flying to close to the mystery flier. When Andrea realized that she was abut to make contact she tried to swerve out of the way. It worked she didn't hit anyone but she had been going so fast she lost control of the broom.

Soon she was going around and around in a circle her hair getting caught in her face. She soon felt queasy and the queasiness led her to wand to throw up but she was so dizzy she couldn't focus. Trying to land was probably not a wise thing to do but she attempted it anyway and this is when she rolled over in the air and ended up falling hard onto the cold hard grass with a thumb that didn't sound too good.

"Oh boy" she said loudly the pain in her back traveling down her body. She was in pain though she was used to it, playing Quidditch didn't come without its fair share of injuries but she had never fallen so hard before. She could barely catch her breath even after she rolled over onto her stomach. Tears started to pour from her eyes. Perfect, she had come out to have some fun and now it looked like she might have to be taken to the hospital wing.