The feeling of being completely and utterly terrible at something and not being able to do a single thing about it irked Lettie to her very core. After the flying professor had insisted they start to learn barrel rolls last week, she had reached her boiling point and made it her mission to come to the practice pitch early in the morning before the other students had a chance to see how terrible she truly was. Lettie would never admit it, but she was ashamed to have come from a decently long line of witches and wizards and possess no more flying ability than a baby raccoon.
With a determined glance to the sky, Lettie gave a hard kick off the ground and started to hover shakily in the air. After going a few seconds without falling perilously, Lettie felt a little bit more confident and started to steer her broom straightforward. The line she made in the process was quite a bit less than 'straight', but at least she didn't swerve as horribly as she used to. Maybe she was seeing bits of improvement after all.
Just as Lettie was starting to feel a bit more comfortable, she saw an unknown figure on the ground below. Her heart skipped a beat, as she hastily made her way back to the ground, frowning at whomever dared disturb her peace. As she got closer, she realized that the figure actually looked strangely familiar. No - could that be.... ? "Kyden?!" she exclaimed, hastily trying to hide her broomstick behind her back. "What on earth are you doing here so early?!" Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment and she was having trouble making eye contact.
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❤ Lettie Lancaster ❤
Sta: 5 | Agi: 7 | Str: 1 | Ctrl: 6 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 5