Post by layni on Jan 7, 2010 17:57:20 GMT -8
The wind was blowing slightly, and the winter weather was hardly appropriate for this kind of activity. Still, things needed to be done now if they were going to prove to her advantage later. There was a soft snowfall that made the crunching of her feet in the horrible winter snow seem toxic, as Isabelle made her way out onto the pitch for the first time ever. Awful weather, and an awful activity. It seemed somehow fitting. And yet, she could not show her dislike for this thing- this broom flying. They were never permitted to do such things in Beauxbatons. It was hardly dignified, hardly lady like, and yet here it seemed the most sought after socialites were the ones that could put sticks of wood between there legs like a wanton thing and out ride all the men through the air. It was not for her to question however, as her parents had stated, she was an ambassador. It was her duty to make an excellent impression and submerse herself into this culture no matter how barbaric or strange it may seem. She had already had to compromise herself with the food, and certainly the weather, it seemed this was just to be one more hurdle that she would have to face.
Taking a deep breath and tightening her fir lined scarf around her neck and securing her warm hat and cloak, Isabelle put her brand new Cosmobolt next to her and looked at it. This was quite the thing they did here. Zooming about with no decorum. She knew it was an international sport that even her country participated in, but not the girls. Not ladies of breeding and refinement like herself. Was she really to be expected to ride that thing like a common...common...girl. No. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this her way. She was going to find a way to make this awful activity one that would be acceptable to her if she was to perform it admirably. Now, in the long run this might mean riding it like a common tramp, but for now, it meant handling it like the lady she was.
With a firm grip on the broom and a determined look, Isabelle slid herself delicately on to the handle of the broom as if she were riding side saddle on a horse. She took a deep breath and gently pushed off into the sky, only slightly taken aback by the speed of her new plaything. She quickly got her ascent under control and began to level out, lifting her legs demurely as she leaned toward the front end of the broom to pick up her speed. Despite her trying to keep her calm and attention, a small smile spread across her face as the wind whipped against what little exposed skin she had left and brightened her cheeks and eyes with its ferocity at her speed. Even the simple snowflakes seemed a little more dangerous when up here. Isabelle straightened her back and leaned forward more, picking up speed until she was truly flying. She could see now some of the attractiveness of this sport, even if it was not to her taste. She did feel as if nothing could touch her. She still doubted if she would ever ride the damn thing properly but still, she could see why people would want to. For a brief moment she almost envied those who could, but only for the smallest time.
Soon she was feeling a bit more daring. Her parents had, after all, wasted no expense on this little investment and the lessons she took to try to catch up to those her age on the silly thing. She intended to put them to good use and practice starting now. She smiled as she centered herself, laying back completely on the broom and flying staring up into the snow. She re-mounted and practiced a few flips and fancy turns, still of course in her side saddle position. She had figured out when she first began that all the same tricks were possible, she just had to execute them a little differently. A triumphant smile rose on Isabelle's face as she rose high, barreling into the atmosphere in an almost straight up position catching a snowflake in her mouth before sweeping gently back down to earth. Despite the fact that flying could be a barbaric sport, she was certainty going to try to enjoy herself despite it. When in Rome after all....when in Rome.
Taking a deep breath and tightening her fir lined scarf around her neck and securing her warm hat and cloak, Isabelle put her brand new Cosmobolt next to her and looked at it. This was quite the thing they did here. Zooming about with no decorum. She knew it was an international sport that even her country participated in, but not the girls. Not ladies of breeding and refinement like herself. Was she really to be expected to ride that thing like a common...common...girl. No. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this her way. She was going to find a way to make this awful activity one that would be acceptable to her if she was to perform it admirably. Now, in the long run this might mean riding it like a common tramp, but for now, it meant handling it like the lady she was.
With a firm grip on the broom and a determined look, Isabelle slid herself delicately on to the handle of the broom as if she were riding side saddle on a horse. She took a deep breath and gently pushed off into the sky, only slightly taken aback by the speed of her new plaything. She quickly got her ascent under control and began to level out, lifting her legs demurely as she leaned toward the front end of the broom to pick up her speed. Despite her trying to keep her calm and attention, a small smile spread across her face as the wind whipped against what little exposed skin she had left and brightened her cheeks and eyes with its ferocity at her speed. Even the simple snowflakes seemed a little more dangerous when up here. Isabelle straightened her back and leaned forward more, picking up speed until she was truly flying. She could see now some of the attractiveness of this sport, even if it was not to her taste. She did feel as if nothing could touch her. She still doubted if she would ever ride the damn thing properly but still, she could see why people would want to. For a brief moment she almost envied those who could, but only for the smallest time.
Soon she was feeling a bit more daring. Her parents had, after all, wasted no expense on this little investment and the lessons she took to try to catch up to those her age on the silly thing. She intended to put them to good use and practice starting now. She smiled as she centered herself, laying back completely on the broom and flying staring up into the snow. She re-mounted and practiced a few flips and fancy turns, still of course in her side saddle position. She had figured out when she first began that all the same tricks were possible, she just had to execute them a little differently. A triumphant smile rose on Isabelle's face as she rose high, barreling into the atmosphere in an almost straight up position catching a snowflake in her mouth before sweeping gently back down to earth. Despite the fact that flying could be a barbaric sport, she was certainty going to try to enjoy herself despite it. When in Rome after all....when in Rome.