 Team Ozone Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath smiled slightly at the praise from Professor Schmoe. “Thank you, sir,” he replied. He didn’t think his poster was that great himself, but the praise was nice all the same. As he hung his poster outside, he admired the other students’ work. They were all nice, with maybe one or two exceptions. He returned to his seat only moments before the professor started speaking again, and he focused his attention on the front of the room.
Blink, blink. Wait, they were doing what now? Heath’s heart sank as he heard the details. This activity was two of his least favorite things combined, teamwork and competition. Seriously, what was it with the professors pitting everyone against each other this term? First DADA, now this… Well, at least Schmoe would probably not throw the losing team in detention. That was something, he supposed. Speaking of teams, which one should he pick? Frankly, he didn’t find either option particularly appealing, but if he had a recycling bag, he probably wouldn’t have to touch anything too nasty. He’d lost track of the numbers for each team, so Team Ozone it was!
Heath retrieved a recycling bag and set to work picking up the plastic bottles and newspapers he saw. Unlike some people in the room, trading verbal barbs with the other side was not his style! Talk was cheap; he would let his actions speak for themselves. As he silently wandered the room looking for more recyclables to pick up, he saw the Slytherin prefect bump into the headmaster’s son. Did she do that on purpose? He couldn’t tell from where he stood, which was the only reason he didn’t say anything about it. He had no tolerance for that nonsense! As far as he was concerned, anyone who wanted to play dirty should join the other team!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |