Divination Assignment 1: Meditative Technique I would like to preface my report with a disclaimer: my attempt at meditation did not proceed as intended. However, the unexpected result seemed significant enough, and therefore I have included it in this report. Chosen Technique Originally, my chosen ...

“Not ‘rather’, but ‘very’ clingy,” Kyle corrected teasingly. And although this was the first time he was seeing Trent’s owl, he was dead certain that she did not behave in this way up till today. Not in front of Trent, anyway. “Are you sure you got yourself an owl, and not a transfigured puppy or s...

As Quinn slowed down and started to circle around Kyle, the way she looked at him suddenly made him hyper aware of his crutches and how they would make Quinn feel. Hang on… shouldn’t both of them be way past that point by now? He shot her a ‘don’t you dare start feeling bad about me when I don’t fee...

During lunch, one of the chasers from the Gryffindor Quidditch team – Quinn Rockwell – announced to the whole school that she was going to demonstrate a new stunt with her broomstick at the central courtyard later. Quite a lot of folks got pretty excited about it, but the response from the Slytherin...

Kyle had no idea what he was doing in Divination class, both literally and figuratively. Too late for regrets now, he chided himself mentally as he climbed through the trapdoor into the classroom. It was brighter than he had last remembered: the heavy drapes had been drawn back, and sunlight streame...

Kyle returned Trent’s grin with a crooked smile of his own, glad that they had reached an agreement without much fuss. Not that he was expecting Trent to fight with him over who should take responsibility for breaking the rules of the detention, but that was one thing out of the way for now. As he l...

Kyle had thought that he was late for sure. There had been little time for him to run around the school to collect all the various items, after a tiring Quidditch practice no less. But the fact that he had arrived before the staff member supervising the detention gave him some hope, and Trent’s conf...

The sound of rapid footsteps echoed throughout the stairwell as Kyle finally arrived at the top of the West Tower, red-faced and panting, and still in his Quidditch robes. In one hand he had a bucket with a couple of small tins of baking soda within, and in the other he held a beat-up broom with sho...

Somehow or another, Anwen understood what Kyle meant when he said that he felt more alive when he was flying. Clearly she too had experienced the same thing before. “I almost feel like a wingless bird…” she said, and as strange as that metaphor was, it kind of made sense in a certain way. “That’s pr...

Anwen’s question about whether there was something on her face went completely over Kyle’s head, so deep in his daze he was that he totally didn’t register it at all. After the thestral’s snort brought him back to his senses, he realised that she had probably asked him something. Having no clue at a...

While Anwen talked about the fantastic weather and how it was a perfect day for flying and getting away from overly-talkative friends and the need to feel the wind in her hair and the grass between her toes, Kyle found himself swept along by by her exhilaration and infectious energy. “Yea, I feel th...

As Kyle approached the newcomer, it didn’t take too long before he realised who she was. The camera in her hands was a major clue, and her long brown and blonde hair and slender build all but confirmed her identity: Anwen Sawyer, the Hufflepuff seeker who had shared a carriage with him on the first ...

Nobody spoke up when the Auror handed out the detentions. Any further protests from the students might have led to even greater repercussions, so instead Kyle had hoped that the dark-haired Auror would step in and put an end to his colleague’s shenanigans… but alas he did not. At the very least thou...

A light breeze played against Kyle’s hair as he stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand. Underfoot, the soft grass yielded with a gentle rustle. Presently the pitch was empty – a rare occurrence and a pleasant surprise. There were no flying classes or Quidditch training sessions scheduled, a...

[[OOC: My apologies, this reply took way too long. It's also way longer than what is needed, but I got a bit carried away.]] Kyle didn’t mind Trent’s gruff reply; that was how he usually was anyway, and there was no hostility in the tone nor the words. In fact it was Trent himself who was less at e...

As his nemesis closed in, Kyle considered his options, factoring in the chance that he might have to defend himself against the unknown newcomer as well. Quick jabs with the crutch at long range to ward off his opponents and stay out of range? Or a solid thwack to where the sun didn’t shine to knock...

As the Hogwarts Expressed chugged towards its destination, Kyle watched as a little village slowly came into view, illuminated by the moon overhead. He recognised the familiar silhouette of the sharply angled roofs instantly, and as they neared, the individual buildings too. No offence to his family...

Kyle Winters' Threads In Progress Come fly away – with Riley McNeill New School Year, Fast Asleep - with Riley McNeill and Sam Turner Herbology Class: A Proactive Approach to Bubotubers – with Camellia Fah and Herbology students Family – with Selah Innes Tip Toe Dance – with Anwen Sawyer Quidditch ...

♪ Had I known how to save a life ♪ Plotting: Mentors or confidants In spite of his young age, Kyle has had it rough: getting bullied incessantly at school, failing to save his best friend, losing a leg, and finding out his father’s true colours… that is a lot of emotional baggage for a teenager. Wh...

https://i.imgur.com/nu07T7J.png Basic Full Name: Kyle Everett Winters Age: 16-17 (as of 2005) Birthdate: 28th June 1988 Hometown: Bradford, England Residence: Bradford, England Blood: Muggle-born Wand: Red oak with dragon heartstring core, 12½″, fairly bendy Patronus: Wolf Boggart: His deceased bes...