Post by Ashur Dastyx on Jun 20, 2011 13:53:34 GMT -5
Ashur found himself walking along the snowy grounds, listening to the soft crunch as his feet left their mark in the cold wet white powder that dusted the ground. He noticed the Whomping Willow and grinned, approaching the large tree. What was everyone so afraid of? It was just a tree...that tended to take swipes at people who passed by a little too close. Still, it could make for some fun, right? As he neared the tree, he heard a low groan. This groan grew into a creak, like ancient wood snapping.
The blonde looked up just in time to see a thick branch speeding his way, low to the ground. Rather than looking shocked, the Gryffindor looked amused and jumped up. The branch whooshed passed, beneath him where his feet had been moments before. As he landed on the ground once more, the Whomping Willow made a second attempt at launching the second year halfway across the grounds. However, Ashur's brown eyes gleamed with delight and he sidestepped quickly, just barely remaining out of reach. He let out a soft laugh.
The tree's third attempt included slamming straight down like a fist and the oh-so-cocky Ashur practically barrel-rolled out of the way. See? Fun! And a good workout too, if he could add that say in the matter. While full of his thoughts, the tree swung round and knocked him in the back of the knees, bringing him to the ground. Ashur pouted and glared, hand going to the pocket of his jeans where his wand was. Did he know any spells to get him out of such a situation? He watched as the tree swung for him again, expecting an impact that would send him sailing...
The blonde looked up just in time to see a thick branch speeding his way, low to the ground. Rather than looking shocked, the Gryffindor looked amused and jumped up. The branch whooshed passed, beneath him where his feet had been moments before. As he landed on the ground once more, the Whomping Willow made a second attempt at launching the second year halfway across the grounds. However, Ashur's brown eyes gleamed with delight and he sidestepped quickly, just barely remaining out of reach. He let out a soft laugh.
The tree's third attempt included slamming straight down like a fist and the oh-so-cocky Ashur practically barrel-rolled out of the way. See? Fun! And a good workout too, if he could add that say in the matter. While full of his thoughts, the tree swung round and knocked him in the back of the knees, bringing him to the ground. Ashur pouted and glared, hand going to the pocket of his jeans where his wand was. Did he know any spells to get him out of such a situation? He watched as the tree swung for him again, expecting an impact that would send him sailing...
