Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dora swooped down just under the ten foot limit she'd set on the bludgers, her sense of space telling her exactly where her safety limit was. The balls strained against an invisible barrier just a foot or so behind her. Her face schooled to blankness, her rage visible only the split second before she hit a bludger, generally.
She glanced over him, recognizing him from school and from going to the occasional game. "If you want. I'm not playing nice, though," she said, figuring warning him was all for the better in case an accident happened. Unfortunately she would always have to cover her bases, with her past history. She'd worked just enough already to have taken off her overrobe, leaving her in a tanktop and those three-quarter pants she liked so much.
She didn't wait for him to mount up, trusting he either would or wouldn't, pulled up hard, shooting up fast just past the waiting bludgers, which locked on to her immediately. She kept going up at a speed before turning sharply and using the momentum to add to the power she could put behind whacking the foremost bludger.