05-10-2019, 06:04 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11
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Originally Posted by Kolyander Rylee was wondering if everyone had already found a partner when there was a rather loud call of her name. Spinning around quickly or well... as quickly as one could on a padded floor her eyes fell upon the someone. Lucas. Her little lion buddy!
Smiling brightly at him she nodded. "Of course! Let's move over there where we won't be in anyone's way and we can give this a try," she suggested laying a gentle hand on the younger boys shoulder and guiding him over to a clear spot. "Okay, I'll go right over there," she pointed a bit away from him, "and get my blindfold on then we can get started." With that said she made her way to a spot directly across from him.
Fixing the blindfold securely around her head and covering her eyes, she bounced on her feet a few times and hopped from side to side, making sure it would stay in place. "I'm all ready, Lucas! Remember to let me know where it is you're throwing the ball the first time!" she called out to him once she was all ready. Lucas breathed a sigh of relief at Rylee's words and let her guide him to the empty area. He really didn't want to be on his own for this activity. Okay, this was going to be okay. He was with Rylee, after all, and she seemed to know what she was doing. She also seemed to trust him by being the one who was blindfolded, even if it was part of the lesson.
Still.
Reaching his spot, he couldn't help but grin at the way the older Gryffindor was bouncing on the spot, as if she was getting ready. Should he do the same? He shifted from one foot to the other, twirling the ball around in his hands as he went. She was trusting him, which meant that he couldn't screw this up. But, even so, how could he screw it up? It was just throwing a ball, right? "Okay, I'm going to throw it to the left!" Pause. "Your left. Maybe your shoulder area." Maybe because he couldn't predict if it was going to land there or not. It could go anywhere, knowing what his aim was like. Again, he wasn't the sporty Dakest kid, that was all Emma. "Okay, here we go!" Meaning, watch out. Whooooosh!
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