Richard Harrington Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_richard) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I'll have to find you someplace to practice then," Rich replied with a chuckle.
He watched carefully, not saying anything, while Lucy quickly mastered the racing broom. When she'd obviously begun clocking quick laps he waved to a track official up in the tower who gathered several of the other officials to observe Lucy's flying ability. After several laps, the official waved back and gave Rich a thumbs up gesture. Rich nodded and gave the man a casual salute. He watched for a few dozen more laps; Lucy was quick, consistent, and above all, smooth. Not to mention she was clocking some respectable times.
Finally, he called her back into the pit area. "Take a break for a minute, Lucy. I've done something about that problem of yours of having a place to practice." Just then one of the officials came up, handed him a folder of paperwork, and shook his hand before heading back to the tower. He grinned as he leafed through the papers quickly while he waited for Lucy to return to his pit stall.