Post by Elienp on Nov 19, 2011 8:00:00 GMT -8
Title: To have a rest
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 228
Summary: Right now, all she wanted was some peace, then all she needed was her broom.
Ginny jumped on her broom then immediately took off. She craved the freedom flying gave to her, offered her, for it was a present she'd gladly receive again and again, all day if it was possible.
The ground was far away under her feet. Heavy, clumsy, slow, it roused in her so many flaws! Up in the air she was finally free. She'd rather spend her life on a broom than stuck to the floor.
The sky was her saviour, her friend. It allowed her to forget her worries, to leave the silly problems hindering her life behind. Those problems seemed so little in the air! Much more when a game was going on, though she had found nobody to play with her this time.
Disappointed, she had nevertheless taken the direction of the pitch. To fly, to focus on one sole thing, to breath only to catch it, to catch the golden snitch made her feel at peace.
A broom and a snitch, the sky, she needed nothing else to feel some peace, above all in such a time. It was the sole way she had found to forget the ones she loved were all risking their life.
They might all die soon, her family, her friends, him...
She sped up. For some hours, the sky, her friend, would allow her to forget, to have a rest.
Rating: T
Warning: none
Words: 228
Summary: Right now, all she wanted was some peace, then all she needed was her broom.
Ginny jumped on her broom then immediately took off. She craved the freedom flying gave to her, offered her, for it was a present she'd gladly receive again and again, all day if it was possible.
The ground was far away under her feet. Heavy, clumsy, slow, it roused in her so many flaws! Up in the air she was finally free. She'd rather spend her life on a broom than stuck to the floor.
The sky was her saviour, her friend. It allowed her to forget her worries, to leave the silly problems hindering her life behind. Those problems seemed so little in the air! Much more when a game was going on, though she had found nobody to play with her this time.
Disappointed, she had nevertheless taken the direction of the pitch. To fly, to focus on one sole thing, to breath only to catch it, to catch the golden snitch made her feel at peace.
A broom and a snitch, the sky, she needed nothing else to feel some peace, above all in such a time. It was the sole way she had found to forget the ones she loved were all risking their life.
They might all die soon, her family, her friends, him...
She sped up. For some hours, the sky, her friend, would allow her to forget, to have a rest.
