Post by Meggera Tepes on Feb 6, 2013 1:34:09 GMT -5
Meggera woke up much earlier then usual. The sun wasn't even up yet, but with everything that was going on she had been having a hard time she hadn't been sleeping through the night. She sat on her bed, starring at the engagement ring on her finger. It still felt weird...like it wasn't real even though she knew it was. She rested her head in her hands for a minute but sitting here was only making her antsy. She needed to get up and do something. So without a second though she dug to the bottom of her trunk and pulled out some older clothes she hardly every wore and threw them on. She braided her long hair loosely and didn't bother grabbing a jacket before leaving the dorm and heading down stairs.
In about 5 minutes she was outside in the crisp morning air. It wasn't as cold as it had been and she could see the sky brightening in the east, turning from deep blue to a lighter hue. She made her way across the lawns her barely used tennis shoes slipping slightly in the dew and ended up in the Quidditch pitch. She found the shed where the school brooms were stored and fished through them until she found hers. Literally. She had given it to the school in her 3rd year after she gave up completely on learning to fly. Or at least she thought she had.
There was no one around this early, there never was. Which was good because that meant no one would be around to laugh at her. She moved clear of the shed and mounted the broom. She bit her lip, trying to remember how to do this, and kicked off. She clutched the handle of the broom tightly as she rose up a few feet, somehow managing to stay stable and hover there. “Ok....now....” she muttered to herself trying to direct the broom to move forward slightly. The broom started to move, smoothly at first before the wobbling started. The wobbling then progressed to shaking before she ended up tumbling off the side of the broom and onto the floor with a small yelp.
She sat up with an aggravated sigh, looking at the fallen broom for a moment before standing up and trying again. She fell again 5 more times before she finally managed to flip head of heels and land on her back with the wind knocked out of her. She sat up halfway, giving the broom a hateful look before kicking it away from her and flopping back down with a heavy sigh. She swore the broom must hate her...why else could she still not balance on broom yet could ride a horse and walk in heels. Maybe it was defective or something. She rested her hand on her forehead just as the sun managed to crack over the edge of the stands and hitting her right in the face.
She closed her eyes tight against it, feeling its warmth in contrast to the cold of the new engagement ring she wore. She pulled her hand up slightly to stare at the ring. It certainly was very pretty, especially when the sun hit it..but it felt weird....things shouldn't be this way... She let out another heavy sigh before her hand covered her eyes once more to block out the early morning sun.
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