#hc01

Oliver kept a shed just for his brooms, still does, but with better locks now that the twins are much older and much cleverer, but they were always pesky little imps. They got into his shed, more than once and still do, but there was a special occasion that stuck the firmest. It wasn't the first time, but it was one of those when it was new and exciting still, and it was one of those times that meant more than the others before and after.

There was a sleek little silver model, something Nimbus or another. Rian fell in love for the first time, so maybe it was actually A First? Anyways! Ze loved it, so ze needed it.

Ze got it and it was bitting off a little bit more than ze could chew. Rian's crash must’ve been spectacular, if ze could’ve remembered it.

Rian remembers the up, the electric taste in the back of hir throat and everything washed out but beautifully, like looking at the world through an old glass window or the end of a bottle of sea glass, and ze remembers the down, when the broom bucked hir off, all heart and wind and feeling and it was like flying but in reverse.

Then ze woke up to Oliver and Jay's voices, Margot and healers hovering.

There's a looping line down hir naval, around hir hip. It tickled up hir side quite a ways too. It's one of the few fixtures of hir appearance, if you glimpse it. Ze loves it.

Ze also loves flying. And falling. Because it's a bit of both, all mixed together regardless of what, actually, is happening and everything is electric and hir heart's beating fast and faster and faster faster faster -

Rian Wood is in love with the sky and it loves hir too up until it doesn't but the ground always catches hir.

The Ravenclaw’s captain can fly hardly like anyone's seen, all the broomsticks ze's ever had each an extension of hir petite riot. They live under hir hands, breathe with hir heart. Quidditch is in hir blood but flying is like living.