...and suddenly the targets were moving, which put a whole new spin on things. Anna's jaw dropped open and she looked at Plym in disbelief. She hadn't actually expected him to hit the target the first go round, as he'd always been quiet..adventurous...in flying class, to say the least. "That was good, Plym," she commented, before reaching down and grabbing another tennis ball. She positioned her beater's bat to where the tip of it was pretty much even with the yellow circle, but....was it really even? The target was moving so fast that she really couldn't tell at all.

She put her beater's bat down and frowned at the target she had been attempting to hit. She glared at it, daring it to prove to be a problem to her. Lifting the bat into the air again, Anna tried as hard as she could to get the tip of it even with that blasted yellow circle. She tossed the tennis ball up into the air, swung the bat, and watched to see how well she'd done. Thud. The tennis ball had landed on the ground...without having ever touched the target...with a sickening thud. Anna winced, then turned to see if the professor had caught that shameful display. Maybe he hadn't noticed...