Post by faewings on Oct 14, 2005 12:25:39 GMT
Fae had always liked flying, although her first attempt had been disastrous. She was far from great at it, but she loved it. She loved the way the wind played with her hair, the rain soaking her, making her so cold yet so alive. Flying was abandon and she couldn't abandon herself very often.
The last days had been pretty crowded for the fourteen year old. She had to leave her cousin back in Spain, while she came to MH to continue her training in witchcraft. She had been very hurt by that, for she and her cousin had been nearly inseparable and now, she had had to leave. And then there was the nerves about the new school.
She took a deep breath and mounted her Nimbus 2001. Merlin, she loved that broom!
Kicking the ground with her right foot, she soared trough the sky, searching for the much wanted freedom.
The last days had been pretty crowded for the fourteen year old. She had to leave her cousin back in Spain, while she came to MH to continue her training in witchcraft. She had been very hurt by that, for she and her cousin had been nearly inseparable and now, she had had to leave. And then there was the nerves about the new school.
She took a deep breath and mounted her Nimbus 2001. Merlin, she loved that broom!
Kicking the ground with her right foot, she soared trough the sky, searching for the much wanted freedom.