Post by Rachael on Nov 11, 2011 13:14:07 GMT -8
Title: FAKT
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: James captains the aerial combat division of the Order of the Phoenix.
Author's Notes: Feng Huang is a Chinese version of the Phoenix. The other three made-up-looking words are Swahili for Aerial Combat Team. How do we know Dumbledore doesn't speak that language?
James blew his whistle sharply and the members of the Feng-Huang Angani Kupambana-na Timu came trudging out of the changing rooms in the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, geared-up and ready to go. His eyes narrowed when he noticed Sirius beginning a Sticking Charm on the back of Dorcas Meadows’ Dragon hide Quidditch robes. Once upon a time, James might have looked the other way, but they were at War now, and there were more important things to focus on.
“Sirius!” James barked sternly, eyebrows dipping in a v-shape. Sirius startled, almost dropping his wand as he looked up in surprise. “The only charms you’re permitted to perform are the ones you’ll use during the drill. If you can’t follow that rule, you can leave now, Sirius.” Sirius pouted, but he ultimately conceded defeat when James glowered at him. “Alright,” James said, casting his gaze down the line of FAKT members. Noting that all fifteen members were present for the drill, he said, “Mount up.”
Like an odd form of the Mexican Wave FAKT mounted their brooms, eyes on James, waiting for the whistle. James conjured an enormous stack of ceramic disks and blew his whistle. As one, FAKT shot up in to the air. James randomly flicked his wand to send three dozen or so disks hurtling in to the air, whizzing off in different directions. James watched keenly as various members of FAKT reacted in different ways to the onslaught of flying disks. Sirius was using his Quidditch training to his advantage; swerving, rolling, cork-screwing, diving, all while effortless taking out the disks that came at him.
All in all, James was mightily pleased. He finished the round of disks, then mounted his own broom, shooting up in to the air, ready to begin the next drill; Aerial Duelling.
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Warnings: None
Summary: James captains the aerial combat division of the Order of the Phoenix.
Author's Notes: Feng Huang is a Chinese version of the Phoenix. The other three made-up-looking words are Swahili for Aerial Combat Team. How do we know Dumbledore doesn't speak that language?
James blew his whistle sharply and the members of the Feng-Huang Angani Kupambana-na Timu came trudging out of the changing rooms in the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, geared-up and ready to go. His eyes narrowed when he noticed Sirius beginning a Sticking Charm on the back of Dorcas Meadows’ Dragon hide Quidditch robes. Once upon a time, James might have looked the other way, but they were at War now, and there were more important things to focus on.
“Sirius!” James barked sternly, eyebrows dipping in a v-shape. Sirius startled, almost dropping his wand as he looked up in surprise. “The only charms you’re permitted to perform are the ones you’ll use during the drill. If you can’t follow that rule, you can leave now, Sirius.” Sirius pouted, but he ultimately conceded defeat when James glowered at him. “Alright,” James said, casting his gaze down the line of FAKT members. Noting that all fifteen members were present for the drill, he said, “Mount up.”
Like an odd form of the Mexican Wave FAKT mounted their brooms, eyes on James, waiting for the whistle. James conjured an enormous stack of ceramic disks and blew his whistle. As one, FAKT shot up in to the air. James randomly flicked his wand to send three dozen or so disks hurtling in to the air, whizzing off in different directions. James watched keenly as various members of FAKT reacted in different ways to the onslaught of flying disks. Sirius was using his Quidditch training to his advantage; swerving, rolling, cork-screwing, diving, all while effortless taking out the disks that came at him.
All in all, James was mightily pleased. He finished the round of disks, then mounted his own broom, shooting up in to the air, ready to begin the next drill; Aerial Duelling.