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DaniDiNardo · 01-13-2020, 11:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

He had a weird face. Did he know that? Like there was literally nothing his face could do that would look sincere to her. That made it weird. Phoebe squatted down beside the bucket of balls and dropped her chin into her palm, considering all the balls he had available. All those there and he wanted her to bring her own ball.

"Kodee, I think I can find a ball somewhere in this pail. What do you think? Can't I have one of these?" She poked one very tender finger toward the balls, but she wasn't foolish enough to touch them without his permission. They smelled funny.

Grey eyes fell to the bucket and the second year now squatting by the bucket. Somehow, he’d been hoping she hadn’t meant to use those for her game of catch. Half of him wanted to say yes, to tell her they’d play extreme catch and she could run from platform to platform trying to nab them while he watched the absolute shock appear when one exploded into bright lights upon impact. The other half wanted do the same thing but thought to tell her first so she wouldn’t have a sudden heart attack or hurt herself.

“They’re for fireworks. The moment they hit something, they’ll burst out.” There, explanation/disclaimer given. He was now in the right. “Might be neat to see if you can catch ‘em before they pop—or when they pop. What d’you say?”

It could be like....”Extreme catch—I know what’s better than extreme catch.” Without explanation, Kodee levitated half the balls from the bucket and toward her. “How good are you at the hurling spell? Levitation? Can you throw good?” Because dodging these bad boys on the moving staircases could be even more interesting.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin He had a weird face. Did he know that? Like there was literally nothing his face could do that would look sincere to her. That made it weird. Phoebe squatted down beside the bucket of balls and dropped her chin into her palm, considering all the balls he had available. All those there and he wanted her to bring her own ball. "Kodee, I think I can find a ball somewhere in this pail. What do you think? Can't I have one of these?" She poked one very tender finger toward the balls, but she wasn't foolish enough to touch them without his permission. They smelled funny. Grey eyes fell to the bucket and the second year now squatting by the bucket. Somehow, he’d been hoping she hadn’t meant to use those for her game of catch. Half of him wanted to say yes, to tell her they’d play extreme catch and she could run from platform to platform trying to nab them while he watched the absolute shock appear when one exploded into bright lights upon impact. The other half wanted do the same thing but thought to tell her first so she wouldn’t have a sudden heart attack or hurt herself. “They’re for fireworks. The moment they hit something, they’ll burst out.” There, explanation/disclaimer given. He was now in the right. “Might be neat to see if you can catch ‘em before they pop—or when they pop. What d’you say?” It could be like....”Extreme catch—I know what’s better than extreme catch.” Without explanation, Kodee levitated half the balls from the bucket and toward her. “How good are you at the hurling spell? Levitation? Can you throw good?” Because dodging these bad boys on the moving staircases could be even more interesting. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.