Title: High Flying Adored Author: Spoon! Theme: Emo Prompt Word: Height Character: Cho
I step into the center of the pitch and just stand there. The wind blows my hair around, into my mouth, into my eyes. I don't reach up to stop it, I just let it happen. I kind of just let everything happen now. Friends, schoolwork, Quidditch...they all seem to run together, as if my life has become a big, tear stained picture. I close my eyes and I know he's right there, standing next to me.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm standing."
"In the middle of the pitch."
"Yes. I need to fly."
"Then why aren't you in the air?"
I glare at him. "Because I'm thinking. Leave me alone."
He smirks and crosses his arms, but doesn't say anything.
I sigh and open my eyes, looking at him. "Shall we have a race? I've been practicing the Wronski Feint. Just like you've been showing me."
He shrugs and mounts his broom. "Count of three?"
I'm off, before he can get to two.
Everyone knows it. The thing about flying, that everyone loves, is that it's freedom within itself. When you feel your feet leave the earth, there's nothing there but air and light. Nothing to catch you if you fall. Only yourself to protect and serve you as need be.
I glance down, but can still see the stands. I need to get more height.
You call that flying?
I look over in his direction and smile. "You want to fly? Let's fly." I lower myself onto the broom so that my chest is almost touching the handle. I feel myself speed up. Good ol' Comet. I don't care what they say about the new models. This one will always be my broom of choice.
I know I've gone too far when I feel my breath hitch in my throat. I sit straight up again, coming to a stop. I look around, but he's not there anymore. I close my eyes. "Cedric."
Nothing but wind in response.
"Right then." Another deep breath and I'm bending back over my broomstick, this time making a beeline towards the ground. It's coming up fast, but I don't slow down. So what if I don't make it out of the dive? My mind begins to tell me if I don't, I will hear his voice again, feel his arms around me, feel his lips pressed against mine. I can't see the ground from the tears in my eyes, but I don't care. Damn it. Because of him, I know exactly when to pull up.
I feel the ground as my foot brushes against it and I'm rising into the sky once more.