Ella was on her way back with her lime green ball when her eyes fell on Mr. Good Hair Morbid Mordred. She watched as he attempted the charm, eyes following the ball as it headed straight for the door an-

O_____O

CRINGE. Poor Oakey.

The third year cupped a hand over her mouth as she headed straight for Sophie, trying to prevent the laughter that was threatening to escape. Sure she felt bad for Oakey but that was just...Meep. And for Mordred to be the one to do it?...Giggleeee. She eyed her best friend with raised eyebrows, mouthing to her so as not to anger Professor Bellaire. DID YOU SEE THAT? Brows. She then gave her a look that said LEAVE IT TO THOSE TWO and went back to her spot, placing her lime green ball on the floor.

Pointing her wand at the ball once more, the third year shook thoughts of MOakey comicalness out of her head, focusing on the basket across from her. Yup. She wanted that ball to go RIGHT into that basket it. "Depulso!"

And off the lime green ball went, shooting through the air with crazy speed and heading right for the back wall. "Come on....right in the basket..."

BEAMMMM. SHE SHOOTS. SHE SCORESSSSS!