Post by Andrew Thornton G6 on Jun 18, 2006 5:35:15 GMT
Drew threw off his Hogwarts robes as soon as the door shut behind him in the dorm. Grabbing a pair of soccer shorts from his favorite team, Ireland, he pulled them on. Who would have thought an English kid like myself, would cheer more for Ireland than his home team? He shrugged at his own humor and smiled. He then pulled on a white sleeveless shirt and grabbed the new soccer ball his parents had so graciously sent him. River had had an awful time trying to get it to him and Drew made a mental note to tell his parents not to inflate the ball before sending it to him. It makes for angry owls. River had bit his finger pretty hard when she had finally arrived, winded and having lost a few feathers along the way. Drew was slightly interested in what had happened to her along the way, but his curiosity was soon replaced with excitement had seeing the new ball. The last one he had had been squashed by the Whomping Willow. He needed to learn to stay away from that tree, but sometimes he just wasn't paying enough attention to where he was going. Which brings us to the learning of a lesson, the lesson being, TO PAY ATTENTION.
Drew took off down the stairs from the dorm room. He took two at a time feeling like he was moving twice as fast because he did so. He was on his way outside hoping that he wouldn't get stopped along the way by a friend or a girl. He wasn't interested in flirting right now. All he wanted to do was kick his new soccer ball around. As he took the steps something unfortunate happened. As he stepped down with his right something strange occurred. It was like there was no ground beneath him and his foot fell through the step as his left came down striking his knee against the stair. However, he didn't fall. He was stuck. The ball in his hands dropped and he tried to grab for it with little luck. He watched helplessly as the ball bounced it's way down the stairs and eventually hit the bottom level. This is where he decided to take stock of the situation. He looked down at his right leg which was up to the thigh in the stair, while his left was positioned in such a way that it reminded him of the tracksters that did hurdles. He smiled vaguely at the similarity between his position now and the ones they had when just jumping a hurdle. The thought made his smile break out into a laugh. That's the second time I've fallen into this stair, he thought to himself as he shook his head still laughing. He remembered back when he was a first year. He had stepped right in it just before the Prefect decided to point it out. It had given his fellow first year Gryffindors a good laugh and even the Prefect who eventually pulled him out still laughing.
It seemed that in all of Drew's excitement to get out the door he had totally forgotten that that step even existed and now here he was up to his thigh in the step. What was even more unfortunate was the fact that he couldn't really move to get out of the magic step. For a few minutes all he could do was stay still and think. Every now and then a student would pass by stop, laugh, and then move on still laughing. No one even seemed to want to try to help him up. After about three more minutes of this Drew's laughter and humor had died off. Granted he still thought the situation was funny, but now he was beginning to feel the awkwardness of the position and his knee was beginning to hurt. He ruffled his hair and thought to himself, How am I going to get myself out of this one? It was at this time that he took note of the hand rails near him. He reached out toward them and was lucky enough to have them within his reach to grab on to the top. However, that didn't help whatsoever. He tried to pull and climb toward the handrails, but every move he made his right leg seemed to seep further into the step. With this realization he let go of the handrail and ruffled his hair again. By now a large group of students stood staring at him. He was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that no one seemed to want to help him. He knew he'd be there until someone decided he needed help or someone else walked by. He looked down at his watch and waited as patiently as possible for someone to help him out. Suddenly a smile crossed his face as a thought came to him. "I've fallen and I can't get up!" he said loudly to the group around him. His smile widened as the laughter broke out.
Drew took off down the stairs from the dorm room. He took two at a time feeling like he was moving twice as fast because he did so. He was on his way outside hoping that he wouldn't get stopped along the way by a friend or a girl. He wasn't interested in flirting right now. All he wanted to do was kick his new soccer ball around. As he took the steps something unfortunate happened. As he stepped down with his right something strange occurred. It was like there was no ground beneath him and his foot fell through the step as his left came down striking his knee against the stair. However, he didn't fall. He was stuck. The ball in his hands dropped and he tried to grab for it with little luck. He watched helplessly as the ball bounced it's way down the stairs and eventually hit the bottom level. This is where he decided to take stock of the situation. He looked down at his right leg which was up to the thigh in the stair, while his left was positioned in such a way that it reminded him of the tracksters that did hurdles. He smiled vaguely at the similarity between his position now and the ones they had when just jumping a hurdle. The thought made his smile break out into a laugh. That's the second time I've fallen into this stair, he thought to himself as he shook his head still laughing. He remembered back when he was a first year. He had stepped right in it just before the Prefect decided to point it out. It had given his fellow first year Gryffindors a good laugh and even the Prefect who eventually pulled him out still laughing.
It seemed that in all of Drew's excitement to get out the door he had totally forgotten that that step even existed and now here he was up to his thigh in the step. What was even more unfortunate was the fact that he couldn't really move to get out of the magic step. For a few minutes all he could do was stay still and think. Every now and then a student would pass by stop, laugh, and then move on still laughing. No one even seemed to want to try to help him up. After about three more minutes of this Drew's laughter and humor had died off. Granted he still thought the situation was funny, but now he was beginning to feel the awkwardness of the position and his knee was beginning to hurt. He ruffled his hair and thought to himself, How am I going to get myself out of this one? It was at this time that he took note of the hand rails near him. He reached out toward them and was lucky enough to have them within his reach to grab on to the top. However, that didn't help whatsoever. He tried to pull and climb toward the handrails, but every move he made his right leg seemed to seep further into the step. With this realization he let go of the handrail and ruffled his hair again. By now a large group of students stood staring at him. He was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that no one seemed to want to help him. He knew he'd be there until someone decided he needed help or someone else walked by. He looked down at his watch and waited as patiently as possible for someone to help him out. Suddenly a smile crossed his face as a thought came to him. "I've fallen and I can't get up!" he said loudly to the group around him. His smile widened as the laughter broke out.
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