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"Always," the Gryffindor gave Abra an easy smile. He was the only one she didn't feel superior to when it came to Quidditch tbh. In her eyes, they were equals. Which didn't happen often, okay?
The sixth year's attention turned to Anna, finally, as the girl began to address them as a group. She was pretty amused seeing Anna's nerves, not gunna lie. WHAT? Was that so criminal? She was friends with the girl, yes, but she was still bitter okay? If her parent's hadn't made her turn in her badge, it would've been Zoryn commanding that stage right now. And she would have been doing a MUCH better job. Just saying.
Either way, she was bored and ready to play. Couldn't Coach B just hand her jersey to her now and call it a day?
Despite this, the Gryffindor let her arms drop and took a few steps forward so that she wasn't right at level with the boys. Then she began her stretches like a TRUE professional.
"Zoryn Spinnet. Beater." Duh.
Everyone already knew which position she'd be going for. Once she felt as though she got some good arm stretches in, she wasted no time getting on her broom and kicking off. Five laps was nothing if at a DECENT hour and on a broom. Maybe the Scrimonster could take a couple notes.
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