Post by PASCAL , on Jul 27, 2010 9:31:28 GMT -5
the whole day had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and the sun had been beaming above in the pure blue sky all the time. this day was dedicated mostly to quiddich practice. the pitch was cluttered with brooms, balls, robes and players. even a few people had come to watch the practice. had they nothing better to do. practice was scheduled for Nine o'clock in the morning, but the Slytherin Quiddich Captian had clumsily spelt in until noon. Doryen Goyle was late again. Upon realizing how late she was, she sprang out of bed, got washed and dressed in a flash and stubled through the Common Room was was out the portrait hole in a flash. She raced up the stairs and headed outside. The sun was delightful on her exposed skin, but she kept on walking, quickly and clumsily. She managed to get there, with all the equipment still in her arms. She was panting, and her cheeks a light shade of pink when she reached her team. She dropped the box of equipment and wheezed everyone to get ready for practice. Doryen did not take part. She had retreated to the stands, to slouch on the bench and watch. Doryen was more like a coach than a captian. She never played in any of the games and instead watched, yellin pointers, and sometimes abuse at her players. But overall she was a good captian.
practice had ended, and the sun was setting over the Black lake already. Doryen applauded her team, clearly pleased with the progress her team was making. She met them down at the pitch again, they circled around her as if ganging up on her. She decided when next practice would be, and mentioned how impressed and pleased she was with the efforts everyone had made today. She ended her speech with a warm farewell and allowed their departure. The equipment was scattered across the pitch, as usual, and it was always Doryen who was left to clear everything up. But it was her decision to do this. She enjoyed to clear everything up once practice had ended. It gave her nice peace and quiet. Peace and quiet that someone like Doryen needed from time to time. She patted her jeans pocket and felt her wand there. She sighed and decided not to use magic, and instead went around and picked things up and flung them into the box. Now and then she would fling a ball around and take flight on a broomstick, but she knew this needed to get done, and the sky was becoming a romantic shade of violet. Doryen sighed as she continued her clear-up, and picked up a beater's stick. She kicked a Bludger at her feet and it came to life, bouncing itself into the high air, and came back down at her like a boomerang. She swung the bat behind her head and then smacked the bludger fast across the sky. Doryen smirked and flipped the bat in her hand before chucking it into the box and getting back to work. How could this be taking so long now?
TAG - clarice
WORDS - enough
NOTES - not my best masterpiece
TUNES - is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork?, chiodos
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
