by choki » Monday 28 August 2006 4:15:39pm
The sunlight shone brightly into the Gryffindor dormitory as the mid day sun hung high in the sky above. Some of the strong rays managed to find its way onto Arven. Feeling the gradual brightness of her surroundings, Arven opened her eyes slowly. It took her 5 full minutes before her eyes were fully opened. However, Arven was too tired physically to get up as she only slept in the early morning. Thinking back what she did the previous night, Arven couldn't help but to feel contented.
After Prof Dinas walked away, Arven continued her way to the open field. Mounting on her broom for the first time in ten months, she was surprised that all the feelings of riding on a broom came back instantly. She could picture herself soaring into the cool air and chasing after the Quaffle like old times. Afterall, riding a broom is like riding a bicycle... once learnt, always there...
As time went by, she gradually increased her speed but maintaining the low altitude. Arven hasn't overcame her fear of falling...