Post by James Flint on Apr 17, 2008 21:05:17 GMT -5
With a grin plastered to his face as a slightly over confident smile, James Marcus Flint threw his broom across his shoulders and looked around the 500 foot long empty pitch. It really was a fantastic place, the pitch. When he came here it was almost like a different world. One half of the crowd would cheer while the other half would boo as that blasted little red ball flew through the far most hoop of his opposing team. He would cheer momentarily and quickly resume his flying pattern around his precious hoops.
James could say quite confidently that he was one of the best keepers the Slytherin team had had in years. He could even pull a Double Eight Loop around all three goals on his broom when needed. Like when those Ravenclaw Chasers had managed to pull a Porskoff Ploy on him. That was not a fun game. That Wood girl had shot upwards, dragging two idiot chasers from his team along with her, before dropping it down to another Ravenclaw chaser that dove, drawing away his third chaser before tossing it up and behind to their third who in turn came at him from the bottom right, which everyone knew was his weak side. However, he had managed to save that one with his almost signature Double Eight Loop.
He breathed in the smell of the pitch and smiled. The main reason that he was as good a keeper as he was, simply was that he came here nearly every day to fly around on his broom until he was more comfortable in the air then he was on the ground. In Quidditch, you better be extremely comfortable on a broom, and if you were a seeker or a keeper, you better be extremely comfortable hanging upside down from a broom, or keeping a firm hand on the handle as you half dove after either the quaffle or snitch. And he had done that a number of times, sometimes with a dislocated wrist to show for it. He didn’t mind it really, if he was injured, as long as he kept the other team from scoring.
Looking up at the blue sky, James pulled his broom off his shoulders and took off running. When he reached the goal posts at one end, he kicked off the ground and swung his leg over his broom. Flying was a truly fantastic experience. He looped around the posts once or twice before stopping out before the middle post, facing the other side of the field. Imagining three opposing chasers coming at him in a classic vee, he looped around the posts once to get some speed, never taking his eyes off the spot when the imaginary chasers flew towards him in his head. The center had the quaffle and rose up high before diving at his left loop. He twisted in the air efficiently and moved to make the save, but the chaser tossed the quaffle down to a second chaser who moved straight at him. Whenever a chaser did that, it usually meant they were going to go for the goal farthest from him, but he couldn’t do anything about it until they got closer. For if he went to protect the far goal, they would score in this one before he could stop them and since he had come to a halt in the air, he couldn’t go for the other goal and come back fast enough to stop the chaser if they went for this one. So James held his position against the imaginary chaser, but shifted his hands so they were both gripping the handle of his broom in the same direction awkwardly. If the imaginary chaser were to toss the quaffle the third chaser, he had to be prepared to swing down to protect the lower loop to the right if he couldn’t fly there and actually have time to catch it.
James continued his warm-up routine, imagining the three opposing chasers doing every tricky formation the other house had previously attempted to throw at him.
James could say quite confidently that he was one of the best keepers the Slytherin team had had in years. He could even pull a Double Eight Loop around all three goals on his broom when needed. Like when those Ravenclaw Chasers had managed to pull a Porskoff Ploy on him. That was not a fun game. That Wood girl had shot upwards, dragging two idiot chasers from his team along with her, before dropping it down to another Ravenclaw chaser that dove, drawing away his third chaser before tossing it up and behind to their third who in turn came at him from the bottom right, which everyone knew was his weak side. However, he had managed to save that one with his almost signature Double Eight Loop.
He breathed in the smell of the pitch and smiled. The main reason that he was as good a keeper as he was, simply was that he came here nearly every day to fly around on his broom until he was more comfortable in the air then he was on the ground. In Quidditch, you better be extremely comfortable on a broom, and if you were a seeker or a keeper, you better be extremely comfortable hanging upside down from a broom, or keeping a firm hand on the handle as you half dove after either the quaffle or snitch. And he had done that a number of times, sometimes with a dislocated wrist to show for it. He didn’t mind it really, if he was injured, as long as he kept the other team from scoring.
Looking up at the blue sky, James pulled his broom off his shoulders and took off running. When he reached the goal posts at one end, he kicked off the ground and swung his leg over his broom. Flying was a truly fantastic experience. He looped around the posts once or twice before stopping out before the middle post, facing the other side of the field. Imagining three opposing chasers coming at him in a classic vee, he looped around the posts once to get some speed, never taking his eyes off the spot when the imaginary chasers flew towards him in his head. The center had the quaffle and rose up high before diving at his left loop. He twisted in the air efficiently and moved to make the save, but the chaser tossed the quaffle down to a second chaser who moved straight at him. Whenever a chaser did that, it usually meant they were going to go for the goal farthest from him, but he couldn’t do anything about it until they got closer. For if he went to protect the far goal, they would score in this one before he could stop them and since he had come to a halt in the air, he couldn’t go for the other goal and come back fast enough to stop the chaser if they went for this one. So James held his position against the imaginary chaser, but shifted his hands so they were both gripping the handle of his broom in the same direction awkwardly. If the imaginary chaser were to toss the quaffle the third chaser, he had to be prepared to swing down to protect the lower loop to the right if he couldn’t fly there and actually have time to catch it.
James continued his warm-up routine, imagining the three opposing chasers doing every tricky formation the other house had previously attempted to throw at him.
