calm before the storm [Jayson]

[cassidynewbury]

* CALM BEFORE THE STORM SET IT OFF

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a reception less than warm set it off[/i][/size]
and the sun burned out !
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Cassidy smiled at a passing classmate as she made her way down the halls. She had had a rough night only getting at the most, two hours of sleep due to disconcerting nightmares and a sick feeling in her stomach throughout the pm hours. This actually had been happening quite a lot lately, and at first she thought someone had hexed her or something, but when she went to the Hospital Wing they said that she should be fine and sent her on her way. From the nurse's tone, Cassidy could tell that she thought that Cassidy was just trying to get out of her classes. Despite all that, she woke up that morning with a rather sparkling disposition. Cassidy figured that whenever she was sick or felt bad, that it was because of some sort of bad karma from something she had done the day before and such. So, you would often see her go from being doom and gloom one day to being sweet as cherry pie the next. Some people found it rather odd, but, as always, she couldn't care less. 'Although,' she thought about the nurse's suspicions 'that wouldn't be a stretch', when she sprained her wrist in second year, she had done everything she could to worsen the injury without being suspicious, to avoid flying lessons. Sadly, she was caught by the nurse and for punishment, was given the extra flying lessons, that to this day, she still had to go to everyday after classes. Actually, that was where she was headed at the moment.

When she got out to the quidditch pitch, she saw a few students flying around. They were pretty high up and she wasn't sure whether or not they were a team practicing or what, but she was pretty sure that the pitch wasn't reserved for them. After a few minutes of watching them in slight awe, she decided she better practice the move that she had been taught last lesson, in order to make it seem like she had mastered it. Honestly, Cassidy had no intention of mastering flying, she figured she could use the floo network or something until she could use apparition. In her mind, flying was not a necessary skill. 'Sadly, the school feels otherwise' she thought as she got onto her broom. After a few tries, she got the move down. And after a few more successful attempts, she got rather cocky and decided that she was so good that she was going to try flying while standing on the broom. She got up a little way into the air, not too high though, and slowly stood up. She caught her balance and took a deep breath before trying to fly a few feet away. The result was disastrous. Her broom flew out from under her landing some thirty feet away and Cassidy wound up on the ground with what felt like a golf ball-sized lump on the back of her head. "Well, I won't be trying that again."

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i'm roleplaying with Jayson
i've written this many words--> 514
i would just like to add heya!
the lovely template was made by chi is so uncool like of caution 2.0

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[jaysonbarrington]

How can we win
when fools can be kings

Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you

Sitting in the library flipping through a book his mother had sent him, his mother was always trying to get him to read, well he did read a lot but he never enjoyed books his mother picked out. She never really picked them out, it was the book club she was in and she always thought Jayson liked that kind of stuff but he never did enjoy romance novels, especially romantic comedy's which seemed to be the theme this month. He laughed to himself as he finally finished the Night the circus freak fell in love and shoved it in his backpack. Hopefully his mom wouldn't be too into that book and want to talk about it for ages when he got home for holiday. He slung his backpack over his shoulders, it was still early in the day and Jayson didn't feel like walking all the way up to the Gryffindor tower to do nothing, because he knew there would be nothing to do up there so he decided to head to the only place he knew would satisfy him this after noon. The Qudditch Pitch.

He made his way through the halls and outside and headed toward the broom shed. Quickly he opened the shed and pulled out his trusty friends. It was old yes but it had extreme handling perfect for a keeper. It was his fathers old broom and his father took great care of it like Jayson did, but his father was a chaser because back then the broom he had now was one of the fastest, now it still kept it's place among the noted brooms but Jayson still had to compensate for it's weakness in the speed area. He walked out on to the pitch, and looked up to see if anyone was here. A small group of kids were flying just above him to he thought he would go to the other end of the field and he did. Dropping his bag on the ground below and quickly swung his leg over and kicked off. Speed and being comfortable on a broom was an important thing for being a keeper and being comfortable on a broom came with practice, constant practice on a broom. He quickly did a few cut backs while he was still climbing up in the air. Finally when he was high enough and did a loop-dee-loop, just for fun, those were always his favorites.

Looking down he could see someone else was had came on the field. Cassidy was practicing a move down below, he laughed a little when she messed up but he finally saw her get it right. He smiled to himself and began spinning in circles and doing stupid things on his broom when she caught the corner of his eye. She was trying to stand up and fly. Oh crap He said we he saw her hit the ground. He quickly pulled his body as close as he could to his broom and sped over to where she was on the ground. He got close enough to the ground and cassidy to were he could swing his feet and land perfectly, which he did a few feet away from her. He jogged to where she sat and placed himself on the ground next to her, facing her. Are you ok? he asked as a generic question. He was really checking to make sure she was still conscious.

Credit: ME
Song: Knights og Cydonia
Status: Done