 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Esme watched one of the girls zoom off with the quaffle once she had caught her pass. Not bad. She kept an eye on a few of them as they went after Cinna and the ball, calling towards them, "Pass it!" They could practice that for a bit while she tended to those finishing their laps. Someone was taking care of the beginning flyers, yeah?
Letting the kids lap the pitch a few more times as she flew alongside, her watchful gray eyes looking out for any issues, Esme figured that they had enough time warming up. Time to move on to more interesting things! "Chasers! Keepers! This way!" She flew off towards one end of the pitch, expecting some of them to follow. If they didn't, they could work with one of the others, beating or seeking perhaps.
Hovering near one set of hoops, she pointed down at the box of equipment down below. "Partner up and grab a quaffle." As in, fly down and get one then come back up. Let's get some activities started!
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |