Edith Longbottom (fractiously) wrote in feinted, @ 2012-02-02 23:07:00 |
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Who: Eddie.
What: Apparition lesson. And a few other things. Anyway, it’s short.
When: Evening of 2 February, Thursday. (Posting now ‘cause I’ll be at work and then drinking after idk.)
Where: Great Hall, I presume?
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete.
So far she’d only been able to spin around on the spot. This, the instructor--Twirly Crossface or something (Ed could never remember his name)--said, was a good start. There was still a long way to go and lots more time to improve. Eddie rolled her eyes. She shouldn’t be so aggravated really but the more the instructor reassured them all in that calm, measured tone of his as he walked about the room was beginning to grate on her nerves. “Keep trying!” he called out to no one in particular, “Remember: Destination, Determination, Deliberation.” She sure wanted to determine and deliberate a swift kick to a certain someone’s destination. He kept harping on about the ‘Three D’s’ for the past couple of weeks now. Surely there was some other way to get better quicker. It wasn’t that Eddie was a naturally impatient person. Well. Yes, she was. She was patient when it came to some select things, like Quidditch. Mostly Quidditch. And plants. Plants were pretty good too. Other things, not so much. Which was exactly why she was becoming really irritated with the progress she was making with Apparition. Eddie glared at the hoop on the floor in front of her, wanting more than anything to use the hoop to somehow strangle the instructor. But she figured that wouldn’t go down well with her parents or law enforcement, generally. Maybe she should have waited another year. It wasn’t that she needed to Apparate anywhere anyway. She liked flying and the Floo network. Brooms, of course, were fun and she got to see lots and lots of open spaces. The Floo was fun because you got to yell where you were going. Apparition? Well, everyone her age was doing it. And while she wouldn’t normally care about what everyone else was doing, Apparition seemed to be a fairly reasonable thing to cave in to peer pressure for. It had potential to be useful one day. Right now though. Right now the only thing that made Apparition useful was that she was getting better and better at managing her dizziness. At least that will help when it came to broom rolling issues. “Keep trying,” the instructor drifted past, throwing a pointed stare over at Eddie before moving on, “You need to focus more.” Ed scoffed. She knew how to focus. Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at Mr Crossface and turning her full attention back on the hoop. She could do this. This was nothing. It wasn’t even Transfiguration. (Or was it? Eddie didn’t really care.) She huffed, stray pieces of hair that had come loose from her ponytail floating up then sticking back down her forehead. Three D’s. Her destination was just there. Ed could just step into the hoop and this whole farce would end. Determination. She was. She-- There, she was spinning on the spot again. Eddie would be excited but this has happened before. Was this what Deliberation felt like? The sensation of her head being forced through a tight rubber tube surprised her. Eddie faltered for a moment. Should she stop? She probably shouldn’t. She half-expected the spinning to stop but before she knew it, the claustrophobic sensation that started around her head managed to suck her in. She registered a loud popping sound but that vanished quite quickly. It took her about a second before she registered something going wrong. The pressure was becoming too much. Eddie felt a searing pain against her shoulder but her agonised yell was muffled-- Until it wasn’t. The pressure was gone and she found herself slumped inside the hoop. It took a beat for the pain to come rushing back. Ed could feel something warm trickling down her side and she made the fatal mistake of glancing down at her non-existent left arm. “Motherfu--” Everything turned black. |