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Cassirin "Nope. Let's take the 'Claws first, and then move outward. If we can get the trajectory right, they'll think the snowballs are coming from other tables."
Mo mounted his Disillusioned broom and rose a few feet in the air. He really had no clue where Nigel was anymore, so hopefully they could just stick together... as best as possible... and escape without being caught.
He whistled quietly to let Nigel know where he was before taking off for the Ravenclaw table.
It would only be fair if they hit the claws right. They were part of that house after all. The rest of Mo's plan was perfect. Moving House to House.
"Alright, Sounds Good. Let's get this party started"
They both kicked off at different times because they did not talk about this part and they could wing it if necessary. Ah, a whistle. There he was. Being disillusioned and trying to find them in the air was hard. But if they could not find eachother. Neither could everyone else. So perfect.
"Now the count of three. One...Two....Three"
Snowballs, away. Bwahaha, look at those claws getting hit with snowballs. It was brilliant. Thank Merlin, they picked lunch time to do this. So people were actually here.