Conquering a fear

[Arielle Sands]

Arielle sighed as she walked around the grounds. It was a nice Saturday morning and she had nothing to do. It did not help that she hardly knew anyone at this new school. She was not a very big fan of the school uniforms she had to wear most of the time and so she was wearing some muggle clothes. It was a simple outfit really. Just a simple pair of form fitting, white wash ripped jeans and a green halter top along with basic white flip flops. She shoved her hands as far into her pockets as they would go, but they did not go very deep. Her jeans were so tight that she had to wiggle her fingers in to even get them into the pockets somewhat. She was not really aware of where her feet were taking her, and even if she had been aware she still would not know where she was going. She soon found herself standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. She looked around, turning in a slow, small circle as she did. She wondered what it was like with the stands full of people and fourteen people flying high above in the air playing a match. She bit her lower lip as she debated with herself if she should fly around or not. She knew she was not very good at all. Actually, she was terrible. But she had that unused Firebolt that Joe had bought her sitting in her dorm. She felt absolutely terrible about how he bought her one, but now there was very little she could do about it. She slowly pulled out her wand and summoned her broom from her dorm. That was one of the spells that Arielle could perform well, and it was mainly because she had done it so often because she was usually too lazy to get up and get things for herself.

She waited a few minutes before she heard her broom flying at her. It came to a sudden halt in front of her. Arielle reached out a tentative hand and touched the handle. It vibrated ever so slightly and was warm to the touch. Arielle was absolutely terrified to get on it so she just stood there for a moment, working up the courage to even try and mount it.

(OOC: to see the outfit just click on the words that say the articles of clothing.)

[Joseph Quinones Jr.]

I was walking on the ground when I saw a firebolt soar though the air towards the Quidditch pitch, I redirected myself towards the stadium, curious to see who it was. I walked out onto the field after grabbing my own broom from the locker. I looked around and spotted Arielle. "Well hello there Arie." I said as I shouldered my broom and walked over.

[Arielle Sands]

Arielle spun around quickly, letting her hand fall back to her side when she heard another voice from behind her. She clutched her chest, startled. She calmed down when she saw it was Joe. “You really need to stop sneaking up on me like that.” She said to him with a stern sort of voice, but a large smile still upon her face to let him know that she was not angry with him at all. She slowly turned back to face her broom and bit her lower lip again as she looked at it. She was trying to decide if she should risk breaking her neck and ride it, or if she should just play it safe and stay on the ground.

[Joseph Quinones Jr.]

"You'll do just fine." I said as I hopped on my broom and flew closer. I planned on showing her the right way to fly on the broom.

[Arielle Sands]

Arielle just shook her head slowly. She ould not bee so afraid if she could only start off on an old, slow moving broom instead of the fastest one that has been made so far. She was afraid that she would crash as soon as she got on. No, death was not on her schedule for today.