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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 13, 2012 20:41:55 GMT -5
With a sigh and one last glance, Sidney took them gently back to the ground. Looking back up to the sky she swung her leg over and took a minute to get her land legs back. The world swayed and she felt like she was on a belt but it all faded in a few seconds.
She had borrowed a broom from the school, the most responsive one she could find, for Peter to use. They were training brooms after all, the kind the first years use. Picking it up, she walked toward him, "If you're ready, lesson one is that your broom will know your personality. You act like an ass, you get an assy broom. Act nice and you get a nice broom."
Laying Peter's broom on the ground next to him she smiled up at him, "Do you remember how to call the broom to you?"
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 14, 2012 11:30:10 GMT -5
Peter was almost sad to be back on the group. Almost but not quiet. He was ready to master this whole flying business and be done in time for lunch.
"Of course I remember!" He replied, tone more cocky than waspish. Holding his hand out, he confidently shouted "Up!"
The broom didn't move and Peter frowned down at it. "This one's broken."
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 14, 2012 15:29:07 GMT -5
Sidney gave him a slightly exasperated look. Why did he have to be such a cocky bastard? Walking over to the broom, Sidney looked Peter in the eye as she held her hand over the broom and in a soft, polite tone said, "Up."
The broom flew to her hand and she bent to gently to lay it back on the grass. "You need to be yourself...or, well, not like you were. Just be nice."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 14, 2012 16:11:06 GMT -5
Peter only barely resisted the urge to kick the broom for being insubordinate. Holding his hand out in a petulant manner, he gave Sidney a would be bored look and in matching tone droned out, "Up, good broom, if it's not too much trouble."
Not only did the broom not comply, but he was fairly certain he heard it give him a raspberry. He scowled at it and lost the fight with his urge to kick it. "This is why flying with brooms is stupid!"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 14, 2012 16:27:11 GMT -5
"Has anyone ever kicked you in the arse for being such a twit?" Sidney asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Why had she thought teaching him would be easy? Hell, she had shared classes with him and seen forst hand the silver platter he expected everything to be handed to him on.
"Try again." she said with a wave of her hand. Pursing her lips as she stared him down she hoped he would listen.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 15, 2012 8:04:32 GMT -5
An annoyed glare was his only response to her question, which he suspsected was rhetorical anyway. Things came easily to Peter, school in the muggle world an magic in the wizarding, so he was ill equipped to deal with failure. It was embarrassing.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 'Don't make me look like a fool.' he silently begged the broom as he raised his hand again, 'please.' "Up." this time, there was no cocky tone, no sarcastic politeness. His tone was resigned, like he didn't actually think it would work.
The broom must've taken pity on him, or maybe our mothers were all correct and 'please' really was a magic word, whatever the reason, the broom responded, lifting to his hand. His eyes flew open on surprise and after a few blinks, he grinned at Sidney, looking not unlike a puppy who was seeking approval.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 15, 2012 15:01:02 GMT -5
It was hard for her to keep the excitement from crossing her features. She had expected to sit here all day until he finally stopped being so cocky and was actually ready to learn. "Nice! she exclaimed as she stepped closer.
"If you let it go, it will stay up. Swing your leg over it and find your balance. I will catch you if you fall." Or she would try but she wouldn't let him know that. He had already made more progress than she thought he would so anything extra was just icing on the cake.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 15, 2012 17:19:57 GMT -5
"You just want to get your hands on my person, darling." Peter tossed over at her as he swung his leg over the broom, in decidedly better spirits now that things were actually working. He wasn't off the ground yet, but this was already going far better than his other attempts.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 15, 2012 19:36:12 GMT -5
"My hands on your person." she repeated as she shook her head. He was really something else. Little did he know that she had fallen over her first time balancing. She would never tell him that. Ever. She was proud of him and any progress he made even if this was the easiest thing he would learn in learning to fly.
Stepping closer she put her hand on his lower back, her cheeks heating slightly. She could feel the sarcastic comments that were forming in his head. Okay, she said as she placed her hand in front of his on the handle, "Tilt it up slightly and then raise your back to match. That motion, the up in the front then balance in the back is the general stop/go." Her eyes flicked to his then back to the broom as she waited to see if his feet would actually leave the ground.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 15, 2012 21:05:21 GMT -5
Contrary to what Sidney thought, his mind wasn't filling with sarcastic comments when she placed her hand on his lower back. He was thinking that she was warm, he could feel the heat from her hand though the fabric and that it was a nice feeling. So nice he'd missed the first part of what she said. Luckily he got the gist of it.
Or thought he did. Up goes up, back goes back. Or did she mean his actual back, not the direction? And before she'd said lean down to go faster, so maybe down goes up? This was why brooms were stupid. He should just be able to think 'up' and go up and 'down' and go down. He completely forgot about his feet, in all this thinking, and they were firmly placed on the ground.
There was no helping it. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. "Say all that again. Um... slower?"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 15, 2012 22:07:52 GMT -5
Sidney looked back to Peter deciding not to question him. There were many reasons why he may not have heard her. If she had to bet money, she would probably go with his being nervous. First time flyer and all of that.
Her hands gripped the handle above his hands again, "You're going to pull this up slightly. Her words were slower, a bit more enunciated as as looked him in the eye ignoring that fact that the sun peaking through the clouds sort of made him look like he was glowing. "Then you are going to bring your back, she ran her thumb over a small area of his back, the warmth of his skin coming through the fabric, "up to balance. Keep your legs steady."
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 18:22:16 GMT -5
Peter nodded, listening intently this time and following her directions to the letter, if a little hesitantly. The broom rose a foot or two and moved forward slowly. "Woah, nelly! Bad horsey!" He called out as it continued to move at a slow pace that nontheless seemed far too fast for Peter's taste. "How do I stop!"
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 18:39:05 GMT -5
"Bring your bottom up!" Sidney said a little more frantic than she had intended. He wasn't going fast at all, in fact, she was jogging along with him as he moved.
"Don't lean forward." she cautioned. "Don't bring the handle up any higher." she added, her hand going into her pocket for her wand just in case. If he made the wrong move and shot off, she would have to stop him somehow. She could chase him down but knocking him off or trying to corral him was much more dangerous.
"Just bring your butt up Peter. Slowly until you balance and stop. Walk your fingers back as the back of the broom comes up until you're straight." He voice was more level this time as she looked up at him with a smile and kept up with his broom at the same time.
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Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 16, 2012 18:48:35 GMT -5
"Now is no time to ogle my ass!" the joke coming out automatically and his tone still more worried than anything else. Despite his protests, he raised his butt up attempted to follow her directions, but there were just so many of them. He ended shooting ten yards then jumping off the broom in a panic. "Demon broom!" he cried as he tumbled, not far or particularly hard, ending up flat on his back, blinking up at the sky.
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 16, 2012 18:54:00 GMT -5
Sidney froze and gasped as he took off. He hadn't gone too far or too fast but it all was in slow motion for her. Her feet took off as she stopped the broom with her wand, the apparatus lowering itself to the ground slowly.
She fell to her knees beside him as he stared at the sky, her eyes running over his body as she prayed he wasn't hurt. "Peter, are you okay? Oh God." Her hands fussed over him but didn't move him because you didn't do that to injured people and oh god what if he was truly injured?
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