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druidflower 
Tobi laughed as he caught the ball, with too hands. It was coming fast, but it wasn't that hard too catch, the difference of a 4th year versus an overgrown 7th year mostly. He tossed it to Anna hastily.
"If that's what flying like a Slytherin is, I kinda get why we beat you last time," he teased, getting Paris irked was funny, and easy, she took everything so personally.
Thump!
Like that. "Leave my broom alone please!" Tobi called back, as she attacked it. "It never did anything to you."
He flew away and put some distance between himself and Paris.
"It's okay, baby," he murmured, petting the handle.
Whew. Tobi had caught the quod and saved his face from severe casualties. Thank Merlin for that, too, because Gryffindor desperately needed to keep their highest point earners out of the hospital wing and in the classrooms. Anna shot Tobi a smile, obviously thrilled at her housemates success. Hadn't he been number six? Oh...no, wait. Anna quaikly reviewed the passes in her head and realized that the one who received the quod next would be the one who'd need to shoot for the pot.
Anna tightened her grasp on her broom and watched Tobi expectedly, ready and prepared just in case the quod was tossed to her. It was good that she did, as a split second later, the quod was out of Tobi's hands and heading towards Anna. As soon as she'd caught it, Anna swerved around and took off for the pot, all the whole clutching the time bomb in her arms. When she'd reached the pot, Anna chunked it with all her might, and watched as the quod sailed through the air and down towards the pot.