 idk the actual score anymore but pretty sure still zero with all these colours Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
At first she thought that with time she would get the hang of this, as she was slowly getting the hang of quidditch but as it turned out, getting to the right angle...avoiding the wrong colour....avoiding collision with your classmates, keeping balance with the cauldron and listening to the occasional shouts of the Professor happened to be too much in one go. As it so happened, at some point her brain would have to start tuning some of it out if she planned for any of it to start making sense.
Once again the girl slowed to a stationary position, watching the others zip about the pitch in their own little games of catch.
The sudden rattling in her cauldron told her that a ball had flown inside without much help from her, a green one as it were, but she didn't know that as she hadn't seen the moment it fell in there, she'd only heard and felt it.
Thing is, she knew sitting around wasn't the answer but at the same time...moving had gotten her nothing. Suddenly she was dormant an--CLUNK! Merlin, another one!!! What colour had that one been? Circe the least she could do was pay attention if she was going to be hovering here like this. For all she knew she could have been at 10 pts or down to nothing because neither colour happened to match her house.
Watching the balls being thrown all about, it occurred to her--and was proven--that statistically speaking...just sitting here...she would inevitably catch a ball or two, even if only by accident or happenstance. The results didn't lie and though she knew it wasn't how the game was meant to be played, Jessa moved into something of a wait game. Rather than zip around trying to dodge the wrong ones and aim for the right ones, the young girl sat perfectly still. When a ball came in close enough that she felt she could catch it, she would lean forward or backward on her broom in an attempt to make a successful catch.
This method, of course, was not without its faults. Sometimes she miscalculated and ended up dropping the ball completely. Not to mention her theory being proven right in that whether she did something or not, inevitably a stray ball or two would land itself in her cauldron.
There might have been 6 or 7 of them in there by now and despite the fact she knew they weren't all blue, she was pleased she had caught any at all.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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