Airborne

Alyssa took a running start before jumping-physically-onto her broom. She landed balanced on her feet, as if riding a skateboard. Standing up, she put her hands up in her long black hair, pulling it back, and securing it with a hairtie, while making a slow loop around the pitch. Alyssa never felt free-er than when she was in the air. Taking a step back, she let herself drop off the side of the broom, knowing that she would grab onto the handle as she fell. She pulled herself onto the broom the correct way, and sped as fast as she could towards the other end of the pitch, surpassing the speed she could run at, she started pushing close to 100MPH. Alyssa turned sharply and kept doing loops, she eventually slowed, and started prefecting the tricks she had seen prfesional seekers use. She wanted to be seeker next year.

Morticia sits in the stands under a black parasol and in a black floor length dress that fans out at the bottom. she also has on a black shawl and a black hat with a black veil that comes off the hat and covers her eyes. a red rose is braided into her long black hair. her nephews idea. he insisted that she have a splash of color to her normally somber outfit. her red lips are pulled back into a smile. this girl made her so proud