05-15-2019, 10:06 AM
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| Doxy
Join Date: May 2003 Location: Blue (EST)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ean Zoilo Feirgrund
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Jansher Leon Grunt
Slytherin Fifth Year
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Diego Mason Melo-Dreamer
Gryffindor First Year
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Dionysus Scorpius Laramore
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Paul Lee Gene Rocker
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Firash Zarko Grunt
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Isaek Fyodore Edelbach
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Originally Posted by The Narrator  The two dummies that hadn't collided with each other jerked their brooms to a hault and for a brief moment watched as the Quaffle feel down, down, down. For a moment it seemed as if they were at a stand-off and were eyeing each other down, waiting to see who was going to make the first move. Then, suddenly, the red ball was thrown in their direction, which caused one of them to chase after it and the remaining dummy to follow suit.
That left Thadius on his own... allowing him to hear, without question, the fluttering of wings as the golden ball zipped by on its way to the opposite end of the pitch...
That takes care of that, Tad deduced. Watching as the dummies flew off with the Quaffle. He was glad his arm was put to use already, though he would've preferred using it for.... His thoughts went away as he saw something glittery flash by his eyes. What? He squinted before hearing the familiar fluttering.
That was it. The snitch. It was flying towards the end of the pitch and Tad wasted no time in zooming off after it. As soon as he flew in that direction he could hear another one fly behind him. Was it another dummy? He couldn't chance a glance because even during a blink the snitch could change direction and he wanted to be focused. As he approach the snitch his arm outreached. He briefly thought about how cool he would be to catch the snitch, but that went away. Thoughts of being cool didn't help, he focused on the wings, his other hand moved to hold the handle of his broom ready to make a quick steer if it zoomed off elsewhere. His hand kept outstretched though. It had to be his snitch. It had to be, he hoped while focusing as the distance grew smaller.
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