wesley snape. (snappel) wrote in vivo_iterum, @ 2012-02-04 19:38:00 |
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Wesley was not the most coordinated of young men. He was too tall, too lanky, and was prone to falling. "Clumsy" was not the word he'd use, exactly, but he was far from graceful. He had a tendency to trip or lose his balance regularly. In his second year, his falling down had caused his sister Greta to be petrified (whoops, but that turned out all right). Just last week he'd managed to trip down a flight of stairs at Hogwarts-- tripped over his spilled gobstones, of course. He was very lucky that he'd never broken anything. Resilient bones, likely. Of course, it was a poor idea for him to be messing around on a skateboard of all things. He'd bought the plain wooden thing off a man on the pavement, someone he didn't know, on a whim. He'd seen a couple of boys at Hogwarts with them before, and they certainly looked easy enough. They weren't, though, and Wesley was managing to fall and trip and spin out and slip all over. Momentum, he thought as he picked himself up from another fall. I need momentum. If he sped up a bit, he wouldn't fall. He'd be going fast enough that he figured he'd just glide down the pavement. It made sense to him. (Perhaps by this point he'd hit his head a bit too hard.) So, he went to the end of the block, lined the board straight and then quickly used one foot to propel himself quickly forward. As he was moving quickly, he attempted to hop his propelling his foot on board. The next thing he knew, he landed on his back on the hard pavement, groaning a few choice cursewords Whoops. The skateboard continued racing away without him. |