Jung Yunho (unrequitedai) wrote in magical_notes, @ 2008-04-17 12:13:00 |
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Cold, biting, but clear, the morning made Yunho's skin tingle. It was early enough to tell the difference between a tree and a shrub, but he didn't want to stub his toe on any stray rocks; nature had its funny way of hurting him in the most innocent way possible. So he made his surrounding areas brighter. "Lumos."
As a regular early riser, waking up to see the morning was a routine he found hard to change, and he wouldn't want to. After the disappearance of snow for the past days, the Quidditch field didn't look in the least bit weather worn, but instead, the grass was a brilliant shade of green and the white painted lines brightly contrasted against it. "Only the best for a magic school." Surrounding the field, the raised stands had a polished quality, and Yunho wondered if the resident working elves were responsible for the maintenance of the Quidditch field as well.
Clad in a pair of gray cargos and a red hoodie, Yunho reached the field in relative time, and with his standard black cloak neatly folded to the side, he carried the Quidditch equipment bin over to the bench, and placed it at the end. The rattling noise from the bin made him somewhat wary about letting the balls out while he was still alone, and was glad he didn't do anything foolish like try to handle them all by himself. Even though he couldn't risk letting the balls out, he could still work out while waiting for some more people to show up. With that in mind, he called out, "Accio!" and the broom flew from the ground and right into his hand. He gripped the broomstick's handle with both hands, and kicked off the dirt for the extra momentum to fly straight up. Cutting through the air, he could tell the morning was warming with the slow rise of the sun, but he didn't pay it too much heed as he went around the field several times, sometimes making eights, and as fast as he could, cutting turns in sharp concessions.
After doing his laps, he slowed down, and got off his broom. Feeling a little warm, he went to lay on the side bench. He took this moment to idle after flying several laps around the field, and his mind wandered in the process. Earlier when he was sneaking out of his room, he saw Hankyung still very much asleep, mumbling to himself about something Yunho couldn't make out, but he figured Hankyung would appreciate the extra hour in bed, and didn't bother to wake him.