 Vanessa the Snot Girl l Rachels Rule | rock,tumble,&roll ❆ adorable coffee bean
Neverously Vanessa entered the firing room. Truth be told she was a little bit scared. Yes she was good at aiming when it came to hiting a bludger, but surely that was just a adrenaline thing? How on earth would she manage at firing an arrow at a target. She just hoped that she wasn't going to look like some plonker, who couldn't aim for toffee.
Staring down at the target she was standing in front, the midget hufflepuff sighed. Better get started then. Pulling her wand out she lookeda round nervously, before putting the protection charm on herself. "Impiriano" She spoke, waving her wand in the right way, and hoping that it would work first time. Success! She grinned, looking around as if she expected everyone to suddenly stop what they were doing and give him a big round of applause. Like that was going to happen. Glancing back down at the target, she smirked. Game on.
"Shrowan" She spoke, directly her wand in the right movement, before pointing at the Target. Praying it would work, Vanessa was delighted when something in the shape of a hour proceeded to move out of her wand and towards the general direction on the target. "Awesome," She thought, until the arrow just skimmed the top of the board, and clattered to the floor behind the target. Great. A little better aim next time would probably help. Glancing around, for anyone who seemed to be watching, she grinned, ready to have another go.[
"'Shrowan" She spoke, a little more confidenty this time, maybe that would help with her aim. She smirked as she watching the arrow smoothly move towards the target, and land in the red bit. Well that was something, and she was now hitting the target.
She had one shot left now, and she really did not want to muck it up. Giving the person on the next target to her a nice smile, Vanessa turned back to her target, and sighed, third time lucky?
"'Shrowan" She confidently spoke, pointing her wand at the target. Perfect, the arrow, moved smoothly down to the target and into the yellow area of the target. At least she was getting a little better now.
Smiling, satisifed at her work, she put her wand away and moved out of the firing room.
__________________ It's the end of the show. Of the historemix. We switched up the flow. And we changed the prefix
But we want to say. Before we drop the curtain. Nothing is for sure. Nothing is for certain |