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SilverTiger · 09-20-2015, 01:05 AM

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Originally Posted by Sararara

Before Norah could open her mouth to say 'thanks!' the ball was being zipped up over her head. Was that ENTHUSIASM Brooklyn just showed? Or maybe she just was really good at zippers. There was some kind of smile on her face so maybe she really was excited, even if it wasn't the biggest smile in the whole world it still counted for something. She put her hands up to give her partner a thumbs up just for luck, but was only halfway up when she was jolted forward and fell right on her face. Heh. Good thing it was a squishy ball and not a real bowling ball. With her face smushed to the front of the ball, she went round and round and round and round, not straight down the lane as she had before. The stumble at the beginning seemed to have directed her much further to the left than she should've been. Her attempt to lean to the right and get straight again wasn't working very well either, as each time she got close to the right position she was upsidedown all over again.

The end of the lane came much faster than she'd expected it to, and before she could pull herself much closer to the middle of the lane she was barreling over a single pin at the left, which fell sideways and knocked one other one down. Well. It wasn't exactly a strike but it was something, right? Hopefully Brooklyn wouldn't be too disappointed, especially because she'd just (kinda) smiled for the very first time.

The speed at which she’d begun pushing the ball had more been a competitive thing than it had been intended to bother Norah. At least, Brooklyn was going to say that if she was asked later. Anyone who had paid attention to her in nearly every lesson that involved competition should have believed that anyway. The only difference was that this wasn’t a House competition. And, to be honest, she didn’t really care if the Hufflepuff’s face had gotten smushed or whatever. She would have preferred knocking over more pins. As far as she’d been able to control it, they should have. She’d pushed straight, anyway. It wasn’t her fault Norah hadn’t been able to keep the ball going straight. At least they’d knocked a couple down. She didn’t have to accept a complete failure. She could try to be positive. There were still more turns left, after all.

Even if she really wasn’t looking forward to being in the ball. Of course, the ball had to return to the other end of the lane first, which meant she had to head down and retrieve it, whether or not Norah chose to get out before they rolled it back. she could stall, anyhow, taking her time in walking the distance between the foul line, where she’d stayed to watch it roll, and where it had come to a stop. However long she could manage to stay out of said ball, she was going to try and do so. Although she was already planning on how she’d do better than Norah did if and when she did get inside. There had to be a way. Other teams had knocked over more than two, so they had to do better.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Post 2: total score 2 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara Before Norah could open her mouth to say 'thanks!' the ball was being zipped up over her head. Was that ENTHUSIASM Brooklyn just showed? Or maybe she just was really good at zippers. There was some kind of smile on her face so maybe she really was excited, even if it wasn't the biggest smile in the whole world it still counted for something. She put her hands up to give her partner a thumbs up just for luck, but was only halfway up when she was jolted forward and fell right on her face. Heh. Good thing it was a squishy ball and not a real bowling ball. With her face smushed to the front of the ball, she went round and round and round and round, not straight down the lane as she had before. The stumble at the beginning seemed to have directed her much further to the left than she should've been. Her attempt to lean to the right and get straight again wasn't working very well either, as each time she got close to the right position she was upsidedown all over again. The end of the lane came much faster than she'd expected it to, and before she could pull herself much closer to the middle of the lane she was barreling over a single pin at the left, which fell sideways and knocked one other one down. Well. It wasn't exactly a strike but it was something, right? Hopefully Brooklyn wouldn't be too disappointed, especially because she'd just (kinda) smiled for the very first time. The speed at which she’d begun pushing the ball had more been a competitive thing than it had been intended to bother Norah. At least, Brooklyn was going to say that if she was asked later. Anyone who had paid attention to her in nearly every lesson that involved competition should have believed that anyway. The only difference was that this wasn’t a House competition. And, to be honest, she didn’t really care if the Hufflepuff’s face had gotten smushed or whatever. She would have preferred knocking over more pins. As far as she’d been able to control it, they should have. She’d pushed straight, anyway. It wasn’t her fault Norah hadn’t been able to keep the ball going straight. At least they’d knocked a couple down. She didn’t have to accept a complete failure. She could try to be positive. There were still more turns left, after all. Even if she really wasn’t looking forward to being in the ball. Of course, the ball had to return to the other end of the lane first, which meant she had to head down and retrieve it, whether or not Norah chose to get out before they rolled it back. she could stall, anyhow, taking her time in walking the distance between the foul line, where she’d stayed to watch it roll, and where it had come to a stop. However long she could manage to stay out of said ball, she was going to try and do so. Although she was already planning on how she’d do better than Norah did if and when she did get inside. There had to be a way. Other teams had knocked over more than two, so they had to do better. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥