Post by Dennis Cortesia on Jan 4, 2007 17:53:06 GMT -5
Dennis had brought out his Nimbus 2001 to the Quidditch Field. Dennis sighed, "Let's practice," Dennis mounted his broom and kicked off the ground. He flew to the broom shed and got a quaffle. He took out his wand and charmed the Quaffle, so it always came back to him whenever he threw it to goal or accidently dropped it.
Dennis threw the quaffle in the air and caught it again. He flew towards the goal hoop. He flew with speed and through the red, holed, ball at the highest hoop. He watched as the ball missed the hoop by a little. "I guess, not practicing over the summer really through my off, even though it's my fourth year," Dennis thought. Dennis ear pricked a little when he heard the sounds of another broom coming near him.
Dennis threw the quaffle in the air and caught it again. He flew towards the goal hoop. He flew with speed and through the red, holed, ball at the highest hoop. He watched as the ball missed the hoop by a little. "I guess, not practicing over the summer really through my off, even though it's my fourth year," Dennis thought. Dennis ear pricked a little when he heard the sounds of another broom coming near him.
