This is It [Lucy]

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

The sky was a mix of swirly white clouds, and blue skies, as the wind howled and whipped at ones body with such force you would have to fight against it to walk upright, yet it was one of Britain’s better days. Up in the sky on a pitch with three goal posts of varying length on either end one could see something appear and disappear among the sky and its cloud. It appears at as a black dot from far off, but on closer inspection, one can see a typical site on the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is actually the figure of a person on a broom flying back and forth from one end of the pitch to the other at varying speeds. The particular figure on this day is that of Raiden Nott, Quidditch Captain for Slytherin house.

Struggling to gain speed against the force of the wind, Raiden urged his broom on and leaned in as close to his broom as he could manage. It had little effect, but it was enough to gain the kind of momentum he needed to complete his move. With a hard push against the force of the wind and a quick upturn of the nose of his broom, Raiden turned around in a circle releasing the quaffle once he was at ninety degrees of his three hundred and sixty degree hoop. Rolling back into his position of take off, Raiden came to a standstill, swaying slightly from side to side from the wind’s vigour. He watched as the quaffle missed the centre goal post by an inch or two and swore aloud aware that he was alone and no one could hear him. Playing the game exceptionally well proved all the more difficult in the winter season.

Having attempted that move on numerous occasions with more or less the same result Raiden felt the tug on his body indicating he had pushed his body as far as it would go for the moment. Coming to the realisation of having had the wind defeat him Raiden started the slow descent toward the ground. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, being defeated, in fact it hardly ever occurred, but the wind was proving too strong today and the weather had been the reason that he found himself having to cancel so many team quidditch practices as well. The House Head and his fellow professors thought it too dangerous. Had it have been his choice he would have had his team out on every one of those days they had been denied, but to fight against a professor now would bring too much unwanted attention his way.

His mind content in the knowledge that he had not merely given up at the get go but had pushed on and on and on, allowed him this one defeat, but it would be the only one. As his foot touched the ground he pulled himself of his broom and held it by his side, realising for the first time that he was actually quite wet from both the cloud content in the sky [condensation] and his own perspiration. Raiden let go of his broom and then tightened his fist just before the broom hit the ground, at which the broom immediately halted in mid air, a few inches above the ground and then made its way to the changing rooms. Raiden loved making use of wandless magic, but he was well aware that he had a lot of work still when it came to wordless magic, having had to mutter the spell under his breadth.

Once Raiden was certain the broom was tucked away in the safety of the changing room broom closet, because leaving it on the ground was just unacceptable he turned and made his way to the stand as he pulled a small item from his inside pocket as well as his wand. Once seated he tapped the item at the same time as he said ‘Engorgio’, and watched as the item which was now growing into a ripe red apple took up the space in his hand. Leaning back Raiden closed his eye and with the apple now held perfectly in his hand brought it too his mouth and took a rather large bite. His eyes remind closed as he tried to drown out the howling wind, concentrating instead on the sound made from chewing the apple. Just a ten minute break and he would be back in the sky soon enough.