Post by kohane on Nov 2, 2011 17:11:19 GMT -8
Title: Proud
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 242
Summary: He knew, they were proud of him.
The rain was pelting against his body as he flew about the pitch. The dark storm clouds above rumbled with thunder, and only seemed to grow darker with every moment he spent searching for that elusive golden Snitch. It was almost impossible to see, even with a repelling charm on his glasses, to keep the water off, the sheer darkness brought on by those ominous dark clouds, made sight almost impossible.
Light was being generated from the top of each spectator tower, to give the players somewhat decent lighting, but from his vantage point above all that it didn't help much. Sure if the snitch was down below it would reflect the magic light, thus allowing him to see it and make a daring dive to capture, however he'd searched all over down below, and the snitch was nowhere. So he was up here, searching the black clouds, for a small ball of gold.
He saw it! Right as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, he saw the snitch, not a foot from his face. He flew after it, and after a few dips dives and turns, reached out and grabbed the snitch. The moment his fist closed about the small ball, the rain stopped and the clouds began to thin. He looked up in shock, quickly turning to awe. A Rainbow, perfect in brightness and shape, was directly above. He knew what it meant.
They were proud of him.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 242
Summary: He knew, they were proud of him.
The rain was pelting against his body as he flew about the pitch. The dark storm clouds above rumbled with thunder, and only seemed to grow darker with every moment he spent searching for that elusive golden Snitch. It was almost impossible to see, even with a repelling charm on his glasses, to keep the water off, the sheer darkness brought on by those ominous dark clouds, made sight almost impossible.
Light was being generated from the top of each spectator tower, to give the players somewhat decent lighting, but from his vantage point above all that it didn't help much. Sure if the snitch was down below it would reflect the magic light, thus allowing him to see it and make a daring dive to capture, however he'd searched all over down below, and the snitch was nowhere. So he was up here, searching the black clouds, for a small ball of gold.
He saw it! Right as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, he saw the snitch, not a foot from his face. He flew after it, and after a few dips dives and turns, reached out and grabbed the snitch. The moment his fist closed about the small ball, the rain stopped and the clouds began to thin. He looked up in shock, quickly turning to awe. A Rainbow, perfect in brightness and shape, was directly above. He knew what it meant.
They were proud of him.
This is brilliant!
