Post by Elienp on Nov 17, 2011 10:22:36 GMT -8
Title: Luck
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 223
Summary: Neville isn't on the right path to fulfil his dream yet.
The broom kept flying even though nobody was ridding it any more.
Oh, its rider hadn't fallen, not yet, but where he was, he had no control over it.
Hung in the air, Neville was tightly clutching the broomstick, wondering how many days he'd have to remain in the infirmary wing once he'd be back on the ground.
If luck was on his side, the broom would fly closer to the grass, thus allowing him to jump.
Yet, it didn't seem to be his lucky day. It'd already been ten minutes and the thing hadn't slowed down, or got lower, not even a little.
Was it possible for a broom to get tired? No, of course not.
Neville sighed, his hold on the wood was slowly but surely weakening. He hoped the grass would soon come closer or else...
He closed his eyes. He had only wanted to see if he could make some progress, fly a little more correctly, to finally be able to play with the others.
His wish wasn't to be on the official team. To participate in friendly games without fearing he might hurt one of his friends because of his clumsiness would be enough to satisfy him.
However, as his broom was freely carrying him around, Neville doubted he was on the right path to fulfil his dream.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 223
Summary: Neville isn't on the right path to fulfil his dream yet.
The broom kept flying even though nobody was ridding it any more.
Oh, its rider hadn't fallen, not yet, but where he was, he had no control over it.
Hung in the air, Neville was tightly clutching the broomstick, wondering how many days he'd have to remain in the infirmary wing once he'd be back on the ground.
If luck was on his side, the broom would fly closer to the grass, thus allowing him to jump.
Yet, it didn't seem to be his lucky day. It'd already been ten minutes and the thing hadn't slowed down, or got lower, not even a little.
Was it possible for a broom to get tired? No, of course not.
Neville sighed, his hold on the wood was slowly but surely weakening. He hoped the grass would soon come closer or else...
He closed his eyes. He had only wanted to see if he could make some progress, fly a little more correctly, to finally be able to play with the others.
His wish wasn't to be on the official team. To participate in friendly games without fearing he might hurt one of his friends because of his clumsiness would be enough to satisfy him.
However, as his broom was freely carrying him around, Neville doubted he was on the right path to fulfil his dream.
