Throw, hit, catch. Throw, hit , catch . Throw , hit …miss.

Ash’s voice had taken him out of his concentration and the ball had hit the tips of his fingers and it bounced away. With a lazy sigh, he took out his wand and pointed it at the ball as it rolled down the corridor. A non-verbal Accio and it rolled back to him again. ”Hey Ash” he greeted. He wasn’t sure if he was that happy to see her though. Didn’t trouble seem to follow her everywhere she went?

He threw the ball against the opposite wall and stared at it as he catched it and threw it back. What was he doing? ”Throwing a ball” he answered in a simple manner. ”Its …okay. I don’t know, just okay” it wasn’t the most fun activity but anything TOO fun would surely be punished, right? ”Catch" he said as he angled the ball so that when it hit the wall again it would fly in her direction.