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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 12, 2012 16:13:32 GMT -5
Despite his previous disdain of broomsticks and flying, Peter was ready to give it another go. In fact, as he navigated the halls of the castle, Peter decided that it was possible that he hadn't given the whole flying business a fair chance six years ago, and seeing as he was so much more grown up and mature now, would most definitely be better at it this time around.
That thought in mind, Peter whistled a jaunty tune as he approached the main doors out of the castle, which was the agreed upon meeting place with Sidney. He was very nearly on time, too.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 12, 2012 20:10:12 GMT -5
Sidney stared at the sky wishing there weren't as many clouds as there were. It was a beautiful day but just a little cloudy. It was a little nerve wracking to think that soon she would be teaching Peter how to fly. But Sidney was never one to back down from a challenge no matter how big.
Glancing at her watch she figured she had a few minutes to spare. Peter was almost always late anyway so a quick flight so shake off some nerves was definitely on the menu. As she kicked off she relished in the excited feeling that built in her stomach. It was like riding a rollercoaster. Up she went until she broke the clouds, moisture hitting her hood but not her. She circled the pitch, even rolled once or twice before straightening.
A few minutes and laps later Sidney saw Peter enter the pitch, his head turning each way looking for her. Swooping in fast Sidney made move to show off like Peter did every day. She may not be the most social but she could definitely show him she was qualified.
Coming to a halt a few feet in front of him Sidney called out to Peter, "Hop on. I promise you'll be okay."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 12, 2012 20:15:12 GMT -5
Peter watched Sidney land with no small amount of jealousy at how easily she controlled the broom. At her request, he crossed his arms over his chest in a firm, defiant manner (that was in no way sulky). "No way, darling. I'm not riding bitch on your broomstick."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 12, 2012 20:21:00 GMT -5
"Well you'd think with all the girls riding bitch on yours you'd want to change things up." Her smile and gaze held nothing but friendly sarcasm as her toes skimmed the grass.
Flying in a small circle as her toes continued to skin the grass she threw back her head, "Coommmmme on." She was sure she looked a little touched but it was he who had declared she teach him. How could she teach him if he didn't trust her. There was no better way for him to learn to trust her than if she showed him she was capable of holding his safety in her hands.
Slowing again until she hovered in front of him she turned to Peter with the sad and pouty lip silently willing him to give it up and get on her broom.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 12, 2012 20:35:01 GMT -5
With an exaggerated eye roll, Peter gave in. He let his hands drop theatrically to his side and he stepped forward to join her on the broom. "So how does this work? Are you gonna try to scare me so I'll cling to you in fear?" Despite his big talk, Peter looked ill at ease on the broom.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 12, 2012 20:55:05 GMT -5
'Always with the drama' she thought to herself as he made his way over to her, his weight on the broom causing her to shift her stance to keep balance.
"I would suggest holding on to me but the clinging in fear part is totally up to you." Her fingers gripped the handle a little tighter, a firmer hold telling the broom that she needed it to steady. This all had to go right. "Okay, so, hands never leave me and warn me somehow if you need to get sick or want me to land."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 13, 2012 7:57:56 GMT -5
On a normal day, or at a normal altitude, Peter would've made a retort to the 'hands never leave me' part of her instructions. As it was, he just wrapped his arms around her middle, the same nervousness that welled up every time he got on one of these wooden death traps bubbled up in full force. As it was, the best he could come up with was a weak, "I won't hurl in your hair, darling."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 13, 2012 9:29:31 GMT -5
Sidney started off slow and easy, not lifting far off of the ground as they lapped the pitch. Her plan was to gain a little height on each pass and maybe a little speed. If she could get him up high, she thought, maybe he'd be okay.
After the second low lap, Sidney slowed even more. Turning back to Peter she said in a normal voice (as there wasn't any air rushing past them), "Little higher and faster this time yeah? Sound okay or should we do another lap?"
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 13, 2012 9:35:54 GMT -5
This wasn't so bad, Peter thought to himself. It was kind of nice, actually, gliding around without having to walk. It still felt a bit odd, the broom between his legs, but having Sidney in front of him did help. She was far more interesting to hang on to than some stupid broom handle. "Up, up, and away!" he declared, feeling quite brave, ready for anything. Always thinking three steps ahead, he added, "D'you think we could learn those loop-de-loops?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 13, 2012 9:45:20 GMT -5
"You promised not to hurl in my hair Peter. I am holding you to that." she replied before tilting the handle up slightly and taking off. Now about thirty feet off of the ground, she leaned forward for some speed taking Peter's body with her.
A few laps passed and Sidney wondered if she should ask him on each upgrade. To her this was like climbing long stairs at a museum. You went around the floor a few times and then upstairs again and again until there was no more. Taking it into her own hands, Sidney rose twenty feet in the air and hovered, "See? This isn't too bad. The broom, like a car, only does what you want it to. Unless someone jinxes it but that happened almost twenty years ago I think. I may have researched it." A bird flew past them and Sidney smiled as she settled into her stance more, silently enjoying the feel of his arms around her. It felt nice and she could understand why girls liked it.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 13, 2012 9:51:29 GMT -5
The higher they got, the more Peter's nerves increased. Man wasn't meant to fly on these stupid little brooms! Placing his trust in a piece of wood was silly and foolish, and not the fun kind of silly and foolish Peter preferred.
"People... jinx brooms?" He asked, looking around for nefarious broom jinxers hiding on the ground. He held her more tightly because whether he realized it or not, Peter did trust Sidney.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 13, 2012 10:58:54 GMT -5
"Only idiots who want to be on the other end of my wand do." she replied. His hold tightened and she took another lap around the pitch with a bit more speed than before. There was only one more thing she wanted to do before she took him to the ground to teach him the basics.
"Do you want to touch a cloud Peter? You'll never forget it if you do. It's a whole new world." she called as the made the turn on the oval of the pitch.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 13, 2012 18:49:16 GMT -5
Touch a cloud? That sounded wonderful! Even on the rickety wood deathtrap, the prospect of soaring up to a cloud was worth the risk. And really, worth the risk was what Peter lived for. "Let's go!" he crowed.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 13, 2012 19:35:50 GMT -5
With a smile Sidney made way to fly higher towards the clouds. "Hold On!" she called as they picked up speed, her frame curled into the wood as the clouds grew nearer.
As they broke through the clouds Sidney couldn't keep the smile off of her face. It was sunnier up here and the clouds looked like little lemon poofs. She had no better way to describe it as she flattened out to where they were figuratively standing on a cloud. "It's beautiful isn't it?" Sidney said, no need for a raised voice as she looked over her shoulder at Peter.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 13, 2012 19:54:55 GMT -5
"Yes." It was beautiful, and Peter could do little more than stare around with undisguised wonder. "Take me down. I wanna fly!" This was something he should be able to do, needed to be able to do. If not on a broom then somehow.
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