Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 11:18:07 GMT -7
Open! | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ Kryss weighed the bat in his hand, and looked up at the rings on poles: the Quiddich goals. It seemed like a lifefime ago that he had stood here and wielded this bat. It was, in fact, the bat that he had used as a Ravenclaw. He had to pull it out of storage because since he had left the school, they had gotten new equipment, and put the old things away. It sat with all the other old Quidditch sets the school had used and discarded over the years to the archives, until today. Luckily Kryss still remembered every nick and scratch on his old bat so he was able to find it after a cursory glance over the old equipment. So that he wouldn't damage the new one used for school matches, he also had decided to pull an old bludger to hammer on. He had just grabbed a trembling box off of the shelf, expecting an older ball, but now as he leaned over to unlatch the box, and there the bludger was, with a large dent in the side, Kryss grinned. How had he managed to get the one he had used in his sixth year Quidditch cup? Moments later, Kryss had taken off the chains on the leather-covered ball, and it flew off, whirling around a little, getting used to flight again after years of being pent up in that chest. "Broom up." Reaching sideways, Krystopher's Firebolt Supreme came up to meet his hand. That was going to be the only thing different from his days as a student here, a superior broom. He had gotten it while playing for the US, and used it frequently. As he hopped on and took flight, the memories truly came rushing back. There was the spot from which he had hit that bludger and pretty much won the house cup for his team. Looking across and down from there, he could still clearly see the injured seeker laying on the ground, not moving, and fear rushed through him that the kid had died. Just as soon as he shook his head to clear the preminition, the bludger decided that the man with the bat was hot stuff, and came spiraling towards Krystopher. The beater's strong arm was ready for it, and shocked, it reeled across the pitch at the shot, and cicled back around for another go. Instinctively, Kryss knew that it remembered his arm and bat. This was bound to be a fun time. PYXIS ★ |