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Sara barely made it back toward the quaffles. She better make it this time because she didn't think her broom could take much more of the marshmallow goo. It was really weighing her down. Somehow, she managed to catch a quaffle and fly back toward the goal posts. "Please make it in, please make it in, please make it in." She chanted in her head over and over and she aimed for the left hoop. She followed the Quaffle patch and her jaw dropped when she saw the quaffle hit the edge of the hoop. But somehow, the angle was right and the quaffle passed through the hoop. She sighed with relief and grinned, proud of herself for having actually done it. "I made it through all three! Yeah!" She flew down and landed softly on the red rectangle. She started walking towards the shelter to get herself cleaned up. |
'Professor, I'll hand out the cleaning towels so that you can keep your eyes on the pitch.' Qaz offered. Then she went over and grabbed a few towels and handed them to Cela. 'Here, once you're done licking, these will take care of the rest. Then toss them under the table. There are some dry towels over there, once you're done cleaning.' |
Clifford, who had nearly been knocked backwards off his broomstick thanks to the marshmallow in the gut, clung onto the handle. Oh deary. That could've been nasty. Wincing and gingerly touching his abdomen, the sixth year took a breath and caught the next marshmallow that headed his way. Oooh. Ouch. This hurt. Slowly, he flew towards the hoops once again. Hopefully for the last time. Oh, but would he be able to throw it that far? Ack. He was injured! But he needed to get it through that left hoop! Oh, what to do? He didn't care if this could be considered cheating, his stomach was hurting to much that Clifford flew riiiiiiight up to the left hoop and simply pushed the marshmallow through it. There. All three hoops. Now he needed down. Right now. One hand clutching at his sore stomach, the sixth year somehow made his way back to the red rectangle. "Aahhoohhhhh.." He groaned, practically falling from his broom. He didn't care about getting the goo off him. |
Cedric moved so fast to the center because he was expecting that the machine will doge the ball to center..unfortunately..the quaffle heads to the right.."what the hell..was that"Cedric said as he moved quickly made by the so called adrenaline rush.. "you..red quaffle.."Cedric said then he knocked the quaffle..to his amazement the quaffle enters the hoop..he was in the other end of the pitch so its seems impossible to enter the quaffle to the other end..the marshmallows cause too much trouble to him and the other marshmallows end up in his stomach.."Delicious Marshmallows"Cedric said licking his finger then he flew to the red rectangle..he has finished..then he saw professor Vindictus.."Professor..is there any other tasks?"Cedric asked hoping there's more because this exam make him fell happy and nice... |
Right hoop = scored! She was in the home stretch of the race. She could see the end of the task approaching like a dear, happy Abraxan. She only had one more hoop left to score in! There was nothing that could stop Juniper now. She was elated. Gleeful. This was the direct opposite of the feeling one got from dealing with a pogrebin. As Juniper caught her fourth and hopefully final Quaffle from the weird machiny-thing in the center of the pitch, her face was covered not only with ridiculous amounts of marshmallow creme but also with a goofy grin which she had never before shown. Flying toward the right goal hoop, Juniper paid no mind to the falling marshmallows and great gobs of marshmallow creme. They could not stop her. She was invincible. She was ecstatic. She was partially deafened by marshmallow, but she was still more than half complete. And then she got marshmallow in her eye. "Aaaaaiiiiiiii!!" Juniper's reluctant screech, reminiscent of a banshee's, escaped from her mouth although she did not slow her broom at all. She would not let this marshmallow in her eye halt her! She had flown too far to turn back now. She was past the point of no return! And it was probably time to throw the Quaffle now, wasn't it? Juniper hurled the Quaffle in the direction she thought the right goal hoop was, and stopped her broom so suddenly she nearly toppled over. She had to get the marshmallow out of her eye to see the Quaffle go through. Had the Quaffle gone through? She did not want to have had endured this marshmallow-in-the-eye pain for nothing! Covering her marshmallow eye with one hand, Juniper squinted out the other eye and squeaked her glee as the Quaffle inched its way through the right goal hoop. She had finished! Now to figure out how to land without colliding with anybody... Holding tightly to her broom, Juniper descended in a slow, careful spiral with her marshmallow eye still protected by her free hand. She squinted out her clean eye until she spotted the direction in which she needed to go to find cover, and began the trek to safety. "P-Professor Vindictus?" Juniper squeaked. "I finished, but... but I have marshmallow. In my eye." |
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"Thank you, Qaz," said Vindictus and he started chuckling at the sight of Clifford. "Cliffie, why don't you try making marshmallow angels in the goo?" |
Qaz continued to hand out the cleaning towels to the others as they made their way back to the shelter. They all looked as pathetic as she did when she landed. |
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This wasn't good. As the fifth year made her way back to the machine that seemed to be puking quaffles, the girl realized that she was hungry. Starving. And the sweet smell of marshmellows all over her was not a good thing, really. Completely ignoring the fact that a quaffle was coming straight to her, she lifted one hand and caught marshmellow with her hand before stuffing it on her mouth. TWACK! Barely managing to stay on her broom, the fifth year rubbed the spot on her arm that had been hit by a stupid quaffle. This was exactly why she was a beater; Willow Kovac did not get hit by things - she was the one in charge of hitting Growling as she caught one of the quaffles, the girl zoomed down the pitch as fast as the school broom allowed her to -which admittedly wasn't much- and reached the scoring area for the third time. And so she shot to he center hoop . . . and it went through! TWACK! Yet another quaffle hit her on her other arm -she was going to have bruises, no doubt- and almost knocked her off her broom! Thankfully, since she was done playing this insanity, the young Ravenclaw landed and went straight to where Vindictus was. And without a word, she grabbed one of the damp towels and started to clean herself up. |
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Copernicus just needed one more quaffle, and he needed to do it quickly before he got so sticky that he couldn't function anymore. When he reached for the next flying quaffle, it stuck to his hands firmly. Ooookay, yuck. He wobbled this way and that as he tried to free the quaffle from one hand, and then from the other. It was no good. With a sigh, he set to licking the marshmallow off his right hand. Yuck. YUCK. Using his slightly-cleaner hand, he pulled the quaffle from his sticky left hand and lobbed it at the target. It wasn't perfect, but it bopped its way through the last hoop Cope whooped and hollered as he made his way down toward the red rectangle. He landed, but... he was stuck to the broom. Wow, that was incredibly awkward. "Um, Professor? I'm stuck?" |
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Pelted with more marshmallows? Before, the idea alone would've made Clifford SQUEEEEEE! After being hurt by that particulary mean marshamallow though, he didn't want to take the risk. Sniffling a little more, the Prefect grabbed a hold of his broom and crawled toward the tent, accidentally rubbing marshmallow goo on all the clean people. |
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John put the broom down and smiled. "I'll go thank you professor." He smiled as he put the broom on the rack. "It's been an interesting final." He smiled as he left the quidditch pitch. |
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Qaz went over to Cope with a couple of cleaning towels. 'These will take the goop off.' she said, placing one of the towels on his hands. |
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"Well, this is embarrassing," he held up his hands, which were still attached to the broom. "I had to eat my hand free to play," he told Cela while he offered his gooped hands to Qaz to be toweled off. "I bet you would have liked that part best." |
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Once Qaz had wiped ht goop off of Cope's hands, she handed him the towels and said, 'I think that you can take it from here.' She then walked over to see if anybody else needed help. |
Giggling at Copernicus, Anna headed over to Qaz in search of some towels. "Hey, Qaz, mind tossing me a towel?" she asked. "I still need to clean myself and this broom off." Anna glanced at her uniform and the broom, a tiny bit sad that all the marshmally goodness would soon be gone. Anna figured it was necessary, though, as there was no telling what they'd have to do next. |
Vindictus watched as Qaz cleaned off Copernicus's hands. He had an idea. "Can we get someone to pull the broomstick away from Copernicus while Cela puts her arms around Cope and pulls him backwards." |
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Herminny mounted her broom again and took the sky as marshmallow goo rained down on her and she tried to dodge as much of it as she could when suddenly wham, a quaffle hits her square in the gut but sme how she manages to not let it fall even though that was quite the painful catch. Herminny then leans into her broom to go lower and see's the goal posts and stops for a seccond and readys herself for her first attempt at throwing the quaffle through the goal post. Herminny eyes the goal post one last time before she throws the quaffle through the quaffle toward the goal post and low and behold it makes it in. Herminny then leans into her broom to go back down again trying dodge the marshmallows but by the time Herminny made it low enough to catch another quaffle her broom was sticky mess and she knew her next score would not be nearly as easy as her first but Herminny was determined to try and she she had faith in herself to succeed |
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