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Twitchy curls? Oliver looked down at Miranda and smirked at her retort. “Nice'” He replied sarcastically. She looked so confused by what was going on. Had Miranda not been paying attention to the professor? Tut tut. Hah.
He waited while she got to her feet and nodded at her question. “Yeah. But we're not playing the game. Jus' supposed to be dribbling the ball and passing to each other. Like the professor showed us.” He nodded to the man. But.. some people were probably asleep so.. bleh – he didn't really have show her, did he?
“Go and stand over there.” He told her and gestured a few metres away. “I'll kick it to you and you have to kick it back. Simple?” Yep. She sure was. hehe.
Miranda glanced up at the
giant, and wasn't sure he said something sarcastic or not... But seeing as it was him, then yeah, probably.
So she stood and blinked, looking around at what the others were doing. Oh, okay, not playing the game, just
dribbling. Whatever that was.
Errr. Miranda made a face like she was waiting for Oliver to show her. Because really, she had still no idea what they were supposed to do. And the professor had showed them...Yeah, that she did not see...
"Oh, okay." She nodded. But she mentally shrugged.
Okay, going to stand over heeere. Check. Miranda smiled at Oliver with her eyebrows raised.
"Now what?" Kick it to me and kick it back. Check. Miranda took on a usual stance like she would on a broomstick, when waiting to be passed on the Quaffle. Only that well...she was on the ground now.
"Ready!" She called out quite unecessary.
No wait, what did he mean by kick?