Bolding, so I can take out all the quotes. ^_^ Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! | Hermione's Double | The Little Three | Alecate
As she twirled Jack around and around, Anna happened to glance over and catch Natasha waving at her. She would have waved back, but if she let go of Jack's arms now, he'd spin out of control---possibly into the cakes. So instead of a wave, Anna just smiled and called out a friendly hello.
"Yup, he sure did, Reese! Yay, Jake!" Anna called out. Eep! She was starting to get sort of dizzy now, though. She started slowing down a little, preparing poor Jack for a stopping point. Hopefully neither of them would hit the ground. She giggled, though, as she listened to Reese practically oohing and ahhing over the cake. Anna sort of wanted another piece of that lovely cake, but the first piece she'd had combined with the excitement of the game had her hyper enough. Merlin knew she didn't need anything else. She was brought out of that train of thought when she heard Jack mention two little words: throw and up.
...and on that note, Anna came to a screeching halt, stopping her last turn around the tent rather abruptly. She still held tight to Jack's hands, though, so the slightly younger boy wouldn't fall. He was a good deal bigger than her, though, so if he did fall, there probably wasn't much she could do about it. Not only that, he'd probably take her down with him. He'd mentioned throwing up, though, and that was all any girl needed to hear in order to want to get far, far, away. Eww. "There ya go, Capt'n Jack," she said, releasing his hands. Selena had appeared now, too, so while Jack talked with Reese, Anna turned her attention to the younger Gryffindor girl. "Oh, hey, Selena! Don't worry about not being able to attend the game. We don't hold that against you at all," she assured. "It was a good game, though! Are you trying out next school year, too?" More and more people were filing into the tent now. Anna spotted Cela and Lyra, too, and gave them a smile and a wave. "Good game, Cela!"
Of course the headmaster had aced his NEWTs. He'd always seemed like an intelligent man. No doubt he'd probably received some of the highest marks possible, something she only hoped to do. "Stimulating power of sugar," she repeated. "I'll have to remember that, sir! I'll have my daily dose of chocolate frogs just before my next test."
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