Etta: 6 Derf: 4 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote:
Originally Posted by Lady of Light Etta smiled as she watched the arrow zoom.... and hit the wall WAY over the target. Oh. She tried to stop herself from giggling as her eyes flicked towards the younger boy. Not laughing AT him, obviously buuuut he was so adorable. "Well.... that wasn't bad. Your aim just needs to be better." Etta explained. "You'll have to focus on the target first." .... although she really was one to give advice when the girl couldn't even hold the bow properly. Ahem. She walked over to stand in front of her target, making sure she stood at the right distance. Holding the bow with her left hand, she picked an arrow with the other and carefully took aim. She concentrated for a few seconds and hoping that her aim was precise, Etta released the arrow.
..... and watched it hit the number 6. Uh, well. That was rather disappointing. "Wasn't very good, was it?" She was kind and it made the first year's insides pleasantly knot up. "I'm better wiff a quaffle," he said in his defense. Which was making him miss his broom at home and just being able to play quidditch in general. He wondered if he could work out something with the groundskeeper to set up just a friendly match of sorts with some people. He would even take just one-on-one practice. The first year was not obsessed with flying, but he did enjoy it quite a bit and there was just not nearly enough of it at Hogwarts. Not to mention that flying lesson had been beyoooooooond disappointing.
"I fink that was plenty good!" he chirped just as.....Santa came into the room handing out candy canes. His blue eyes FLEW towards Olivia as she received one, trying his best to look inconspicuous but also trying to see her reaction. "S-S-Six to zero," he said a bit distractedly as he took aim once again. Attention completely split between the candy cane handing out and the target.
Right. Focus. F O C U S. He needed to at least HIT the target this time.
STARING at the target with unblinking eyes - which was a bit of a mistake because now his eyes were starting to water - the Hufflepuff released his second arrow aaaaaaaaaaaaand...OH OH OH IT HIT IT HIT!
"FOUR!"
That was better than zero at least!
"Fwoopers-s-s repres-sent the number four."
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