09-20-2015, 07:40 AM
|
#263 (permalink)
|
  MOPuffskein
Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612
Posts: 1,440
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Norah Kittredge
Seventh Year |  Post 4 (total score: 2) Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
SPOILER!!: Brooklyn Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger  The attempt to stall only lasted as long as it took Norah to escape from the ball on her own, it seemed. Not that Brooklyn particularly had a feeling about it one way or another. Instead, she’d just turned back around and headed back to the start of their lane, as the Hufflepuff prefect had pushed the now empty ball back to the beginning. Obviously she didn’t need to help, although she’d glanced back at least once to see that the ball was rolling in a relatively straight line. Which meant they didn’t have a defective ball, therefore their dismal score was due to other things. Like people being so distracted they didn’t even try, which she wasn’t planning on doing herself. Since she’d pretty much resigned herself to the fact she was going to have to get in the ball. Would have to do her part, more than just pushing. Maybe that Claw had a point, asking if she could avoid being the ball.
She’d just watched as Norah had managed to stop the ball exactly right, so that the opening was practically lined up with where she was standing. That was almost too perfect, to the point it made her suspicious. As did the wish for luck, which had received an eyeroll that had thankfully been hidden by her having climbed into the pocket inside the ball, before she’d turned so she was facing the opening. She wasn’t about to make it hard for her to escape, after all. That and she’d tried pulling the zipper up from the inside. “I’m ready whenever you are,” she said, waiting for the zipper to be pulled up all the way, reaching her arms out to brace herself against the sides of the pocket. She was planning on trying her hardest not to be thrown around. Making herself as big as possible. Norah leaned over to zip the ball all the way up so she could be sure Brooklyn wouldn't fall out, before positioning herself behind the big ball. Game face, Kittredge, GAME FACE. Aaaaaand go!
With her face set and pushed eyebrows close together, she rolled the ball back a few feet. That foul line was a scary line. She would NOT be crossing it, nuh huh. Even if it usually made a cool buzzer noise. "One...two...three!" She took two steps forward and pushed the ball at the pins as hard as she possibly could, teetering on the edge of the line on her tip toes. Jumping back from the line, she craned her neck for a better view of Brooklyn's bowling ball journey.
__________________  |
| |