Flight School

Mar 07, 2007 16:16

[Wash is waiting in the middle of the football field with his flying crotchrocket doohickies, a bullhorn, and his laptop]

So maybe some of you guys here knew Oliver Wood. Nice guy, lived for a sport called Quidditch. If you knew him, you probably know he was working on a way to get us non-magic types up in the air. Which is where I came in.

Before Oliver left, I made up some nifty little gadgets for you guys to fly with. They run sorta like motorcycles, I guess... at least that's what I based the shape off. But they fly. And now I got fourteen in all, sitting ready to rust. So I was thinking, even if I can't get Quidditch going for you, I can at least teach you how to fly'em. Might come in handy - they're damn maneuverable, and you don't have to worry about 'em tripping over roots.

I also got a two-seater seaplane that I'm trimming down some, so if you're interested in learning to fly that, we can work something out.

And in case you're wondering, yeah. I really am a trained pilot. The name's Wash. If you're really leery I can probably get some testimonials or something.

Flight school is open for business.

[locked to Simon]

Look, I'm not doing anything stenuous, okay? I'm sitting in a chair and yelling instructions. So stay in bed yourself.
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