 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Esme waited at one end of the pitch near the hoops for some of the group to fly her way, slightly surprised when only a few showed up. She had been loud enough, hadn't she? Perhaps the rest were still doing laps or joining one of the other groups. Well, once they got started, maybe it would generate a little more interest in the ones still warming up.
"Sure, West, that'd be great," she grinned at the other chaser, happy to have his help and expertise with their handful of campers as well. "Okay, let's work on passing and formations first," she said to the group. Then maybe they could move on to some more advanced things, throwing in some stealing and keeping away from opponents.
She turned her grey eyes to the older boy (Toby) as he asked his question and she thought about it a moment, opening her mouth to answer him but he was off to get a quaffle before she could. Once he returned, she smiled brightly at him. "Anyone can partner with anyone.. Since we have a smaller group, why don't we all play as Chasers for now, then we can switch." Like a Round Robin sort of thing, maybe.
She flew in front of the hoops and faced them from a distance away. "Alright, you've each chosen a partner? Or you can work in groups of three if you'd like.." Especially since it often worked that way during a game. "First we'll work on some passing exercises, I think. Pass the quaffle back and forth to your partner, each pair racing the others to the hoops. I'll block." Unless Beck or Aaron wanted to, but they seemed to be helping with the laps.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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