Who: Oliver and Percy [open to Fred and Angelina and anyone else who wants to give the broom a spin or watch the others do so] Where: A clearing near the cliffs When: August 2nd, evening (slightly backdated) What: First flight Status: Incomplete
Oliver had written in his journal that he'd found his broom and responded to people's comments, mostly Percy's, as he had changed into something a little more flight-worthy; namely a shirt that was less likely to fly off in the wind because it was too loose. And now he ran across the island to a clearing he knew would be perfect, journal and quill in one hand, broom in the other. When he arrived, Oliver dropped the journal open at the same page, intending to let Fred know the outcome as soon as he landed, no matter how smoothly or painfully he did so.
He didn't wait for Percy to show up, immediately setting his broom on the ground and standing beside it, inviting it to rise. It bounced on the ground, shimmying this way and that like a first year's, and Oliver frowned, concentrating harder with a muttered "come on, come on." That it was moving at all was a good start, but it wasn't enough! It would never be enough.
"Up!" He yelled for the eighth time, and it finally decided to rise, hitting his open palm hard with an audible clap.