 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
So many answers that were vastly different from hers. So many answers that she already forgot. Heck, now she forgot what response she had even given. Cue inward sigh. Would this whole memory thing ever be over? It seemed now they were off to practice a new move. Claudine watch Schmoe move then copied him. They were just going to keep doing these things until they all were as puckered as prunes. Maybe that's why Schmoe was escaping... and he almost broke his neck. Almost. Smooth save, Schmoe, smooth save.
The Slytherin paused to listen to the instructions. The ball she did not mind but the routine she kind of did. Merlin. May her thumb never touch the white! Looking up, her eyes followed the ball Schmoe had tossed. It was coming her way. Her hands were up even before she knew it and the ball settled comfortably in her hands.
Her thumb was on yellow. A glance at the board told her that she'd have to do ten jumping jacks. "Heads up,'' Claudine called and threw the ball. She was already doing the required jumping jacks while she watched to see who would catch the ball. |