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sortinghat_logs2012-04-20 07:46 am
arachnoble) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-04-20 07:46 am
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Fly into the sun and become legendaryyyyy.
WHO: Sybille Matteris (Mindfang) and Peter Banks (Summoner)
TONE: Light and silly and fun!!shut up I know I am terrible at this.
RATING: PG? If necessary I'll update
WHEN: The morning, just before dawn.
WHERE: The quidditch pitch.
WHAT: Peter promised her a flying lesson, and Sybille is not one to refuse offers.
STATUS: Ongoing. Like all of my logs. Forever.
It was early. Perhaps a bit too early for her meeting with Professor Banks, but Sybille didn't believe in being "fashionably late", and she felt that arriving before anyone else gave her an advantage. (Whether it did or not didn't really matter.)
She tightened the grip on her broom, which wasn't actually her broom. It was still a far cry better than the ones the flying teachers used for their lessons, and Sybille wouldn't be caught dead on anything as beat up and mediocre. She glanced around the quidditch pitch, which she had only been in a handful of times as a spectator. She still didn't really understand the appeal of the sport or flying in general, as their were far more convenient methods of travel that didn't leave you at the mercy of the elements. There was just something about the almost endearingly enthusiastic professor, and that something was enough to pull her out of bed and onto the field.
TONE: Light and silly and fun!!
RATING: PG? If necessary I'll update
WHEN: The morning, just before dawn.
WHERE: The quidditch pitch.
WHAT: Peter promised her a flying lesson, and Sybille is not one to refuse offers.
STATUS: Ongoing. Like all of my logs. Forever.
It was early. Perhaps a bit too early for her meeting with Professor Banks, but Sybille didn't believe in being "fashionably late", and she felt that arriving before anyone else gave her an advantage. (Whether it did or not didn't really matter.)
She tightened the grip on her broom, which wasn't actually her broom. It was still a far cry better than the ones the flying teachers used for their lessons, and Sybille wouldn't be caught dead on anything as beat up and mediocre. She glanced around the quidditch pitch, which she had only been in a handful of times as a spectator. She still didn't really understand the appeal of the sport or flying in general, as their were far more convenient methods of travel that didn't leave you at the mercy of the elements. There was just something about the almost endearingly enthusiastic professor, and that something was enough to pull her out of bed and onto the field.