>>6203274The stands… they were quite empty. Depressingly so. You suppose it made sense, even if the Professors had had gone and assured the students that Ilvermorny was safe and there were now a far larger number of Pukwudgies on the grounds; quite a few more adult witches and wizards out and about.
It made you a little sad, because? Judging from her warm-ups? Your amazing little twin? She was going to make the rest of the people on the pitch regret not just sleeping in. She pulled off tight loops, rolls, and shots from half the field away… you were very glad she had knocked back a bottle of Slow-Fall since you are pretty sure mom had removed the automatic arresting Charms to get rid of the speed limiting ones on your twin’s broom so it was like her own, when you and her were back home.
Once the try-outs got going… the Pukwudgie Captain was conspicuously absent. Another girl with midnight black hair was there in his place. Gave instructions alongside three other people and a teacher.
The first part of the try outs would simply be making it through hoops of light the older man with silver hair called into being and checking times. Boring. You didn’t even bother to watch; chatted with the others some till it was Emmy’s turn, where you and the other cheered her on.
Emmy… well you were your mother’s children. Small. Not as waifish perhaps and Emmy did have a fat butt and her cow tits but, still? It let her be fast. Agile. She pulled off some rolls that tossed her head first into the loops of light faster than should be normal. Blasted through the course like a blonde-haired comet.
Had her little enchantment that made it look like the end of the Firebolt <span class="mu-i">was</span> on fire and put out a few tiny, harmless sparks behind her. Looked cool while she nailed turns that were like an S curve on a road despite going full speed.
Suppose this is why she was in-fact a better driver than you, even if you were awesome.
Practice like this.
Having the same NEED FOR SPEED you did but had honed it to a razor edge.
And?
You think that last loss at Hogwarts may have lit a fire under her ass, since she had been practicing every single day, every minute she could since you got to Ilvermorny. The drugs might have had a hand in it too along with her lucky cap, one signed by her favorite pro player; even if tall, dark, and brooding wasn’t her type? It was still the hat that daddy had given her. Had pulled some strings to get signed at your first World Cup, after the match that had made Emmy fall in love with the game alongside mom adoring the sport and flying with the two of you often as kids.
Maybe the calls from your small fan section helped some too… the both of you had done cheer while in primary school.
You had learned how to encourage people.
Also, how to do a sick, awesome a back-flip, heh.
