 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Goodness gracious. This was - this was like... HEAVEN! They were going to be covered in marshmallow and marshmallow goo. This was without a doubt the most amazing final Clifford had ever - and probably WOULD ever - experience. This was where he belonged, on the quidditch pitch with bazillions of marshmallows! Siiiiiigh.
Grinning ear to ear, Clifford kicked off the ground and headed straight to the line of fire. He wanted to get covered in as much marshmallow goo as he could, oh yes he did. "EEEEEEE!" He squealed excitedly small mashmallows began pelting him, but ignoring them he managed to catch a large one. His chaser skeeelzz would surely come in handy now. WOOT!
Gooey marshmallow tucked under one arm, goo covering his robes, Clifford swerved his way towards the hoops and halted infront of them. This thing was going to be a heck of a lot harder to score with than a quaffle. It was so heavy, and gooey and squishy and he just wanted to EATITALLUPNAO!
Balancing, Clifford used both hands to throw the squishy marshmallow towards the hoops. It was a rather weak throw, but sailed through the center hoop.
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