 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
While Nettie was excited about the concept of basketball, actually PLAYING it was going to be a different matter entirely. See, she was SHORT. Like, really really SHORT. AKA not the ideal person to be playing this sport. Still, she was going to give it a shot! It seemed simple enough. Throw the ball in the hop. It was just like playing Chaser, just not on a broom!
Taking the ball in her dominant right hand, she began to dribble it. This part was easy enough. She'd done this at home many times as a kid - she was pretty sure Royland had gone through a phase where he HAD to play basketball with the muggle children. After a few dribbles, she put her ball to the side and watched Stewart as she went over how to properly stand in a blocking stance.
That was easy enough. She copied her movements, pretending there was an invisible ball shooter person in front of her to defend against. She could do all these movements just fine, but WHAT IF her opponent was seven feet tall?? All the defensive stances in the WORLD would not be able to prepare her for that!!
__________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did
Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid |