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NOOOOOOOOO!
Derf was honestly beginning to feel a bit sick from all the spinning. Should he close his eyes in these circumstances? He knew that ballerina-types picked ONE spot to focus on while spinning and stuff to keep themselves from getting sick ... but the problem was that he couldn't focus on any ONE thing to make his focus point....and closing his eyes sort of made everything WORSE.
Hands gripping his broom, the first year moved to tug on the handle in the opposite direction he was spinning to hopefully counteract the rotation when he began to slow down all of a sudden. MORE WANDLESS MAGIC?! Derf was about to beam over at Abey and tell him that the whole INTENT aspect of magic was SO VERY REAL when the Groundskeeper appear and all became clear.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Crestfallen.
Now his head was spinning for entirely different reasons. Abey and him had already been given weird glare-like looks from older students and then the Groundskeeper himself some comments that lit the fire of determination in the first year's belly...and now...he had needed to be saved. Only he hadn' ASKED to be saved and TOTALLY would have had it on his own. Eventually. Probably.
BUT NOW HE WOULD NEVER KNOW BECAUSE THE GROUNDSKEEPER HAD INTERVENED AND MADE HIM LOOK LIKE HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING AND HE COULD TOTALLY DO THIS ON HIS OWN AND HOLD HIS OWN AGAINST OLDER STUDENTS AND...
"....fine," he mumbled mid-mind-spiral as he looked sadly down at his hands gripping the handle of his broom. He was trying not to look unappreciative as he made his way over to huddle up with the rest of class and listen to the next instructions, but it was HARD when his heart was disheartened so.
Although the mention of quaffles certainly brightened his spirits and if he were not so accustomed to his own mood swings he may have received a good bout of whiplash from himself as his eyes brightened and he beamed at the trunk. Quaffles were his thing! Well, they would be more his thing if magizoology ended up not working out for him. Professional quidditch chaser back up dreams!
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Originally Posted by Tegz 
Still on her broom, the blonde sped off eagerly. The trunk was open an there were Quaffles a-coming! The first one caught up to her and Charlotte dived to avoid it, inadvertently sending it careening off in a new direction when it made contact with her shoe.
Did that count as one?
Leaning forward on his broom as the trunk was open, Derf checked himself for balance as he went by removing one hand and making an throwing movement with one hand and then the other. He veered a little when his left hand gripped the handle - non-dominant one and all - and by crazy happenstance happened to steer him right in the path of Charlotte's kicked quaffle.
OH OH OH HE HAD THIS HE HAD THIS!
Momentum decreased just enough thanks to the Gryffindor's foot, Derf was able to catch the quaffle without too much difficulty. Well...once it hit his chest anyway and then his arm was easily wrapped around it to "catch."
"Here you go, Mr. McLeod!" he chirped as he tossed that quaffle over to the man.
Now he should return the favor to Charlotte, right? RIGHT!
Continuing on his way, Derf wove in and out of a few oncoming quaffles and under and over some of his classmates until he found the quaffle that presented him with the most opportune moment to return the favor. "Miss Charlotte!" he squeaked. "For yoooooou!" And then he gave a quaffle a hardy SLAP with his hand like he had seen dad do when playing beach volleyball.
Was he missing the point of things? Sort of. But this was FUN. Besides, you didn't DODGE quaffles in quidditch. You caught them!
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