Windy With A Brief Shower Of Dragons [ACTIVE/SEMI-OPEN] ask before you jump in! <3
Characters: Harry Potter, Ruth, RANDOM SPACE DRAGON CAMEO seriously it's there for like a second Sterbeth, Lavi, Doug, Sanji
Location: THE SKY
Time: a few days after Iskierka hatches, late afternoon after classes.
Content: gotmateria: So. I should post with Harry flying. And then you can be like.
terra2point0: 'ALL OF A SUDDEN DRAGON'
gotmateria: 'ZOMG THINK FAST EGG FROM SPAAAAAAAAACE'
Format: happy happy fun prose times
Warnings: parental abandonment issues everywhere. I MEAN NONE OBVIOUSLY IT'S HARRY POTTER GEEZ.
Ever since the rather disastrous event that was the first weekly gathering of the Curfew Club, Harry had been outside every spare moment, practising his flying so the next time a weather-manipulating hero - or villain, really - decided to knock him out of the sky he could at least not crash-land into Malfoy's dorm. For lack of a better option, he was still using the sturdy if rather battered broom from his floor's cleaning cupboard. No way he was using his bike for experimenting, especially since now breaking anything or getting into trouble would draw his mother's ire. He wanted to avoid that until it was absolutely necessary. And the broom was rather cool, despite the general reaction of his classmates. He had even added racing stripes with a handy marker pen the day before.
Regardless of past problems, he was attempting to work out a dive-and-straighten manoeuvre over the lake when something about the air changed around him. That something being a sudden, biting cold that seemed to have come from nowhere. He pulled up from his latest try, and searched the sky warily for the source of the change.
Location: THE SKY
Time: a few days after Iskierka hatches, late afternoon after classes.
Content: gotmateria: So. I should post with Harry flying. And then you can be like.
terra2point0: 'ALL OF A SUDDEN DRAGON'
gotmateria: 'ZOMG THINK FAST EGG FROM SPAAAAAAAAACE'
Format: happy happy fun prose times
Warnings: parental abandonment issues everywhere. I MEAN NONE OBVIOUSLY IT'S HARRY POTTER GEEZ.
Ever since the rather disastrous event that was the first weekly gathering of the Curfew Club, Harry had been outside every spare moment, practising his flying so the next time a weather-manipulating hero - or villain, really - decided to knock him out of the sky he could at least not crash-land into Malfoy's dorm. For lack of a better option, he was still using the sturdy if rather battered broom from his floor's cleaning cupboard. No way he was using his bike for experimenting, especially since now breaking anything or getting into trouble would draw his mother's ire. He wanted to avoid that until it was absolutely necessary. And the broom was rather cool, despite the general reaction of his classmates. He had even added racing stripes with a handy marker pen the day before.
Regardless of past problems, he was attempting to work out a dive-and-straighten manoeuvre over the lake when something about the air changed around him. That something being a sudden, biting cold that seemed to have come from nowhere. He pulled up from his latest try, and searched the sky warily for the source of the change.