Ch 3: Swords
Yay!!! My first reviewer! *dances around room in happiness that someone actually read this story* Crazy Sand Writer: About Draco and her...well I have something planned, but you'll just have to wait and see (Mwahahaha) ;) Thanks so much for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters except for Lindsay. If I did do you actually think that I would be writing this stuff?
After potions, the four of them had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Moody. Lindsay found the class very interesting and couldn't wait to come back. Lindsay worked diligently on her homework that night and got it all done. She was very grateful when she finally slipped into bed. "What a day," she yawned.
The classes for the rest of the week passed normally enough. Oh Saturday morning, Lindsay, dressed in jeans and a semi-tight blue shirt, went to an unoccupied classroom that she had gotten permission to use earlier. She managed to push all the desks over to the edge of the classroom. Lindsay pulled her precious broadsword out of her bag, buckled the sheath around her waist, and drew her sword.
Lindsay then began to go through different broadsword techniques and patterns. The patterns got steadily more and more intricate. She was twisting and turning, thrusting and blocking, and flipping occasionally. She finished the pattern with a thrust to the middle and sheathed her sword, sweating. She heard clapping and whipped around, startled. She saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing there watching with Neville and Seammus. Ron's mouth was open, "That's wicked cool," he said.
Lindsay smiled.
"When did you start fencing?" asked Seammus.
"When I was four. My dad was/is a real sword freak, and by the time I was nine, I was doing Broadsword, Machete, and Knife Fighting."
"Wow they breathed."
"What's a Machete?" asked Neville.
Lindsay walked over to her bag and pulled out two glinting, razor sharp, slightly curved swords.
"Two," said Ron. "Wicked."
"Can you show us something with it?" questioned Harry.
"Sure," said Lindsay. She proceeded to "twirl" the swords around. She then jumped and twisted her body. The swords spun and looked as if they were a part of Lindsay's body.
She finished and said breathless, "My favorite,"
The group was in awe.
"Let's go get some breakfast," said Lindsay.
"I'm starved," said Ron.
The rest of the group set off. Ron waited for Lindsay as she sheathed her swords and packed them away. He eyed her tightly muscled body with interest but was drawn away from his daydreams when Lindsay, with school robes thrown on over her clothes, slugged him in the arm and said "Race you there." They took off towards the Great Hall where they skidded to a halt at their seats. They ate their breakfast and headed to the common room to, yes, you guessed it, do homework.
Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, I'll try to get another one up soon. Please, please, PLEASE review!!!!
Yay!!! My first reviewer! *dances around room in happiness that someone actually read this story* Crazy Sand Writer: About Draco and her...well I have something planned, but you'll just have to wait and see (Mwahahaha) ;) Thanks so much for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters except for Lindsay. If I did do you actually think that I would be writing this stuff?
After potions, the four of them had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Moody. Lindsay found the class very interesting and couldn't wait to come back. Lindsay worked diligently on her homework that night and got it all done. She was very grateful when she finally slipped into bed. "What a day," she yawned.
The classes for the rest of the week passed normally enough. Oh Saturday morning, Lindsay, dressed in jeans and a semi-tight blue shirt, went to an unoccupied classroom that she had gotten permission to use earlier. She managed to push all the desks over to the edge of the classroom. Lindsay pulled her precious broadsword out of her bag, buckled the sheath around her waist, and drew her sword.
Lindsay then began to go through different broadsword techniques and patterns. The patterns got steadily more and more intricate. She was twisting and turning, thrusting and blocking, and flipping occasionally. She finished the pattern with a thrust to the middle and sheathed her sword, sweating. She heard clapping and whipped around, startled. She saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing there watching with Neville and Seammus. Ron's mouth was open, "That's wicked cool," he said.
Lindsay smiled.
"When did you start fencing?" asked Seammus.
"When I was four. My dad was/is a real sword freak, and by the time I was nine, I was doing Broadsword, Machete, and Knife Fighting."
"Wow they breathed."
"What's a Machete?" asked Neville.
Lindsay walked over to her bag and pulled out two glinting, razor sharp, slightly curved swords.
"Two," said Ron. "Wicked."
"Can you show us something with it?" questioned Harry.
"Sure," said Lindsay. She proceeded to "twirl" the swords around. She then jumped and twisted her body. The swords spun and looked as if they were a part of Lindsay's body.
She finished and said breathless, "My favorite,"
The group was in awe.
"Let's go get some breakfast," said Lindsay.
"I'm starved," said Ron.
The rest of the group set off. Ron waited for Lindsay as she sheathed her swords and packed them away. He eyed her tightly muscled body with interest but was drawn away from his daydreams when Lindsay, with school robes thrown on over her clothes, slugged him in the arm and said "Race you there." They took off towards the Great Hall where they skidded to a halt at their seats. They ate their breakfast and headed to the common room to, yes, you guessed it, do homework.
Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, I'll try to get another one up soon. Please, please, PLEASE review!!!!