 Post #2 urine trouble | Pat's Strong Confident Other Half | Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse
WHY WASN'T THE FOAM BALL STOPPING ALREADY?!
Phillip started to panic more and more as the foam ball he was aiming for drew closer. "Arresto Momentum!" Nothing. "Arresto Momeeeentuuuuuuum!" STILL nothing. "ArrESTO MoMENTUM!" STILL NOTHING?! How was that possible? He was waving his wand and saying the spell VERY loudly. Maybe there was a hint of panic in his voice but the intent was there!
.... Right?
Okay, no, it was COMING DIRECTLY FOR HIM. And there were foam balls dropping left right and centre so the only thing he COULD do was bend down and pray to Merlin that he wouldn't get hit by the ball. "Arres....... Arresto Momentum!" This was getting ANNOYING, FOAM BALL.
"ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"
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IT WORKED! Merlin's soggy left sock, the ball had slowed down! Phillip, who was now crouching down on the floor, could hardly believe his eyes. He even had to grab the ball out of thin air and observe it closely just to check that it WAS a ball and he WASN'T dreaming. Merlin!
And into the Slytherin bin you go, ball.
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