It's Not A Superbowl [Open]

[blaine]

Football. One of Jaylen's favorite sports to play and yet he never actually played with friends before. Most of the time his parents would hire servants do it with him, but other than it he hasn't played a real game. The professor stood outside of the academy and in the quaint stadium. The smell of clean cut grass filled his nostrils and brought back memories of him tossing the pigskin around with Nigel, his butler. Silas was pretty big and the stadium was alright, it looked like a high school football field but what would expect.

Jay grabbed the football from the shed near the field, it was really junkie in there. All kinds of balls were scattered across the small room. Soccer, basketball, tennis, maybe a bowling ball or two. Looks like Silas really gives their students all the utensils they need and want. The football was leathery and cold, exactly how he remember it. Looking around the field, he made sure that no one was watching as he was a little embarrassed to be out here by himself. Pumping his arm, he aim at the field goal. It wasn't too far away for him to make it through the goal, and if he remembered correct his arm was excellent at throwing.

"Lets see if I still have that arm." exclaimed Jay as he pulled his hand back into position shut one eye. And whoosh went the leather ball, soaring through the air heading to the goal. Hopefully no one would get hit, but as far as he knew he was alone.

[kiipcha]

Feathers brushed against the cool wind, the grey speckled wings gliding through the bright sky. A fourteen foot long wingspan spread out in the sky, catching the wind beneath it. Anya soared up in the air with a carefree nature that was rare in her. She finally felt comfortable up in the air and was improving each and every day. Her serene happiness was suddenly disrupted as a wooshing sound reached her ears.

She looked to her right to see a football spiraling right towards her. Anya let out a gasp as barely managed to swerve so that the football wouldn't hit her in the face. But where it hit next was probably one of the worst places to hit when flying. The ball struck her left wing, pushing her into a downward spiral. She managed to gain a little control was able to grap hold of the goal post. She hoisted herself up onto the beam, gasping for air and shaking slightly. Anya had had some faulty landings before but at least she had been closer to the ground. She had almost just fallen out of the sky and was a little shaken up.

As she peered out from her spot on top of the goal post she caught sight of one of the professors on the football field. This at least confirmed that it was an accident and not some student trying to play a cruel joke.