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Post by Zune Way~<3 on Jan 3, 2008 5:36:37 GMT
--> Wind began to whisper its way through the Mountains, its peaceful snow falling ever so gently to the ground, as if little angels were falling from the grey sky to rest on the cold chilly ground. Some wizrds and witches were either sking or snowboarding down the slopes.
--> A sixteen year-old girl walked by the shore, past the iciness of the sea, entirely frozen, and thick enough for ice staking, but none of the people dared to ice stakte, fearing that they wouldn't be able to save themselves if they break through the surface.
-->This girl's name is Zune Way, the daughter of a well known seeker who was killed by a murder, the girl let out a smokey mist breath out of her breath as she let out her breath. Her trek through the snow left footprints in the snow.
[[braindead... -.-]]
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Post by Ronan Callahan on Jan 3, 2008 5:47:54 GMT
Ronan had decided to visit the cold side of the island. He had spent a few days on the warm beaches. Now he wanted to at least see the other side. He loved it. The snow was soft and when it landed on the trees it added to the natrual beauty of it all. He had brought his broom along and was slowly flying through the tree tops. He had on a long thick black winter cloak with deep purple fur to out-line it. He was wearing matching purple robes that had a hint of black to them in the form of thinck and skinny lines that waved as if caressed by the wind.
He aimed torwds the sea curious to see how it looked. He softly lowered the broom lower and lower and once his cloak was skimming the show on the shore he started to go straight at a nice slow speed.
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Post by Zune Way~<3 on Jan 3, 2008 5:57:39 GMT
--> Zune looked at the sky, "I've brought my broom..." muttered Zune, then her hand accidently brushed agaist her wand, Zune looked down, then her impassive lips turned into a small smile. "Heh. Now I got a idea..." mumbled Zune, then she pulled her wand out, waving it in the air, "Accico(sp?) Broom!" exclaimed Zune. Calling her broom to heraelf.
--> A black with white designs engraved on it flew to her, at first the broom seemed to be a really slow broom. But this broom was customed made and it used to blong to her father, a seeker for one of the nation-wide Quidditch team. Zune was to young to remember which team her father was actucally on. But she knew that her father was famous for his speed. And now since he's gone, Zune now has the broom. She got on it and took oof, leaving behind a slight trail of smoke.
-->Zooming across the shore, she saw a boy also riding on a broom. She smiled to herself, her cloak and her hair whipping around her face was she sped toward the boy. Pasting him so fast that the force of the wind would surely knock the boy over the broom. As usual, Zune was the one to pick up fights or pull a prank on peoples.
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Post by Ronan Callahan on Jan 3, 2008 6:06:33 GMT
Ronan was not prepaired for the force to the trail wind that followed the strange rider and thus he was sent flying off his own broom. Unluckily for the rider he was a good shot with his wand and moving targets are no problem. He has been known to be able to hit a moving snitch form the opposite side of the feild. As he fell he took quick aim "Immobulus" and the freezing charm shot out of his wand and he quickly sent out 2 more one above and one below the origional so that it would be allmost impossible to miss the broomer.
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Post by Zune Way~<3 on Jan 3, 2008 6:20:59 GMT
--> Crap... thougt Zune as a spell came for her, quickly, using the wand in her hand, "Finite Incantatem!" exclaimed Zune, her spell shooting for the spell that were aiming for her, blocking them off. Once again Zune smiled to ehrself, being pleased with herself. Sh ewas rather pictular good with spells, seeing that she get into deuls a lot.
-->Zune continued to race off on her broom, her broom was faster than the forebolt, after all it's her father broom. This broom has made her father famous and respected. Her green eyes were full of joy of the speed of the broom was taking her. Her hair continued to whip around her head, 'Dang it... I knew I should've put it up in a ponytail today...' thought Zune.
-->Still gaining more speed as minutes passed, she wondered if the boy was going to go after her, Zune sure hoped so, meaning she was expecting for his attack soon, that is if he can catch up with her and her fast broom.
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Post by Ronan Callahan on Jan 3, 2008 18:07:50 GMT
Ronan was not about to let her escape so easily. He raied his wand and summoned his broom back and he got on and took off. He knew he was not going to be able to catch up but he could get close enough. He amplified his voice so the rider would hear "Coward. why dont you come back and fight insted of fly away." Then he silently cast a spell transfiguring the trees infront of the rider into walls miles upon miles high.
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