Post by Alenia on Mar 28, 2007 0:52:25 GMT -5
"Talk about convienient," Alenia said catching the items. Her head throbbed painfully and she swayed for a moment then shook it off. Luckily he hadn't seen her, that's all she needed, to appear that a tiny bump affected her more than a possibly dislocated shoulder. She still didn't know how a massively bruised left shoulder would bode for quidditch practice. She'd have to see Madam Pomfrey about it, she would heal it herself, but she wasn't a trained healer, and she wasn't trusting anyone other than a skilled healer.
Alenia tossed the bludger up, waited for it to come back and then hit it away again. She kicked off the gorund and zoomed once around the pitch. It felt nice to be in the air agiain, though her head was still throbbing the fresh air seemed to decrease it.
She glanced about for the bludger and saw it zooming at her from a near goal post, the bludger sped at her and she rolled to avoid it. Dodging a bludger was as much a part of being a beater as hitting it. She waited until it rounded on her again and hit it through the opposite goal post and watched it soar away.
A smile of satisfaction played on her lips and she watched the boy mount up and enter the air. His blond hair glinted in the sun's light and he was banking with speed. Alenia's head was throbbing painfully, she clutched at it with her open hand. Why was her head so painful. Alenia attempted to blink it away but she couldn't. Her bat slipped from her hand and her eyes blurred and rolled. She felt herself go limp, and reel over the broom. Then she was falling, for what seemed like the eighth time that day. She felt her limbs flailing lifelessly in the rush of cool air and was aware that her head was still throbbing, then her eyes went dark. She wasn't aware of hitting the ground, but her last sense was that of not falling anymore and then everything was black and silent.
Alenia tossed the bludger up, waited for it to come back and then hit it away again. She kicked off the gorund and zoomed once around the pitch. It felt nice to be in the air agiain, though her head was still throbbing the fresh air seemed to decrease it.
She glanced about for the bludger and saw it zooming at her from a near goal post, the bludger sped at her and she rolled to avoid it. Dodging a bludger was as much a part of being a beater as hitting it. She waited until it rounded on her again and hit it through the opposite goal post and watched it soar away.
A smile of satisfaction played on her lips and she watched the boy mount up and enter the air. His blond hair glinted in the sun's light and he was banking with speed. Alenia's head was throbbing painfully, she clutched at it with her open hand. Why was her head so painful. Alenia attempted to blink it away but she couldn't. Her bat slipped from her hand and her eyes blurred and rolled. She felt herself go limp, and reel over the broom. Then she was falling, for what seemed like the eighth time that day. She felt her limbs flailing lifelessly in the rush of cool air and was aware that her head was still throbbing, then her eyes went dark. She wasn't aware of hitting the ground, but her last sense was that of not falling anymore and then everything was black and silent.