Ziva doubled over again staring at her now grass stained white sneakers, arms clenched around her stomach. She took some deep breaths. "I w...w..will be soo....sooner or later." she grunted out as she tried catching her breath.

"He's get...getting bet...better." Ziva smiled at her shoes, still doubled over.

Pierre was pretty freaked out by the way Ziva was acting. "Are you sure? Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing or something? You look like you're in a lot of pain." He really hoped she would be all right and wouldn't need to go to the Hospital Wing. One, they were in the middle of a class. And two, Pierre and hospitals didn't mix very well. He was so worried about her, he ignored her last comment.

Ziva closed her eyes momentarily and then slowly stood upright. Then everything began to twirl around her. She widened her eyes and put a hand on Pierre's shoulder, though he was a bit taller than her, just to keep her balance. "I...I'm no....not sure." Ziva spit out, she still saw everyone spinning around.

"That, my friend, is a deal!" Sarah nodded her head strongly in confirmation.Nice to know she had someone to call on in class if she needed him.And vice versa, of course.

Her kick had reached him...all along the floor.Success!! Beaming brightly, Sarah mocked a curtsey and winked at Chris. "I guess my sitting down with my dad and watching all that footie on the tv paid off, huh? My mum can't complain now, it's getting me somewhere in a lesson!" Giggling, she once more stuck her foot out and stopped the oncoming ball, this time with the side of her foot.

"Shall we try a little harder? Get some force behind it? I don't mean kick it in the air, though...obviously.I like my teeth," she said, entirely straight faced, before giggling slightly.Manouvering the ball with her right foot, Sarah pulled her leg back that little bit further, and kicked that little bit harder, sending it faster back to Chris.

Pierre really was frightened when she had to grab onto his shoulder for balance. He could tell that she didn't have any balance at all. He tried to look around for the professor. He really didn't want to talk to him right now, but it seemed to be completely necessary. "Professor. Ziva just got hit in the stomach with a soccer ball really hard. She doesn't look to good. Should I take her to the hospital wing?"

Josh watched as Rose tried to excuse herself from her friends like she did at the Whomping Willow and yay! She was successful all over again though she did not seem to say anything. Wow! Did girls have some kind of telepathy system of their own? That was interesting. He grinned when she called him Mr. Teacher. ''First of all you should feel the ball and be a whole with it, so you can have the full control and the best accuracy with the shoots and passes. Look.'' he put the ball he was holding on the grass and pressed on it with his right foot. ''Now i have the full control'' moving his foot he rolled the ball back and forward without freeing it from his pressure. ''Now just try this and see how do you get it'' so passing the ball towards her gently, he started to observe. If she learned quick they could get back and kick Evan along with his girlfriend.

"No." Ziva said short and quietly. She did not want to go to the hospital wing during the first class back in school. It wasn't like anything else had gone wrong.

Ziva took another few deep breaths. She closed her eyes hoping that would help her. It made it worse, she began to fall forward.

Chris laughed. It was so interesting hearing about the life of muggles. Her parents own a tv?! "I guess she can't now can she? You can just tell her from now on that you learned it in Muggle Studies and have to keep up with it!" he laughed.

"Harder? That's fine by me." he was pretty syked to learn this muggles sport. She kicked it to him harder and he stopped it with his foot on top of it. "Nice. ok so I am going to do it a bit harder too, so you ready?" he asked her making sure to warn her. He pulled his leag back and kicked the ball harder.

Please don't hit her in the face. Please don't hit her in the face!

Pierre rolled his eyes. Ziva was apparantally in a lot of pain, but she didn't want to go to the hospital wing. Pierre really had no reason to roll his eyes. He probably would've said the same thing to avoid a trip there.

Then she closed her eyes and began to fall forward. He used his usually slow reflexes to catch her before she hit the ground. He didn't know what to say and hoped the professor would be over there shortly.

Allison's eyes grew practically to the size of a small golf ball. "Ready?" Looking around she realized Arya was telling her, "Me? Oh my. Meee? Ah-ha," she have an uncomfortable laugh. Of course she was not ready! The ball had attacked her!

Gulping Allison gave Arya a friendly smile. In fact it was too friendly. "Arya, you are wasting your time."

As of that moment Allison had already fallen, and things looked like they were about to get much worse.

Dani looked around before raising her hand. "Professor Lawson. I'm too small for this game." She pouted. Everyone around her was taller than she was and she didn't want to get smushed. Besides, she didn't have a group, none of her friends were around. Worst. Muggle. Studies. Lesson. Ever.

Miranda looked like she was being scolded by her mother when Oliver pointed out the connection between the ball and the name of the game. Well, she knew that. But, pffft. He had kicked it too high. "Yeah, well... Then maybe you should actually aim for the feet." Bah! Yeah, you tell him. Boys...

Yellow card? "What yellow card?" asked Miranda, looking like o.O
What was he talking about now?
Errr, nevermind. "Sorry!" She called out and waved a little to the group of students who had recieved their ball. But her face turned into a dull one as Oliver so thoughtfully recommended that Miranda sticked to Quidditch. She was! Ha! REady? No not really, but go for it. She nodded at him and kept her eyes on the ball.

And yay, it came rolling to her and she stopped it with her foot. Haha! Miranda grinned at Oliver and looked down at her foot with the ball. Woot! Her father was a Wizard...even though he was pretty interested in Muggle things, that interest hadn't really rubbed off her. "Okayyy, here it coooomes!" With her tounge between her lips, Miranda kicked it towards Oliver, and surpirsingly enough, it didn't hit anyone in the face!

"Asher..." Ziva trailed off as Pierre caught her. Then she went black.

Tugging on his glooves again Sabel gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I dunno. In Canada football is where you toss an oval, leather ball across a huge feild and run. Personally I don't like it because..." Well for one because he was an absolute clutz, for two it was because he usually got crushed, like a frail twig under wet snow.

He shook his head and shifted his weight a little, dismissing the memories of first tryouts. "It just sounds really weird. I know it seems backwards to call tossing a ball football, or soccer soccer." He shrugged again. "Say la ve I guess."

Grinning Sabel admied Kellen's skill; it was a good display of control over the ball. "It would be a lot of fun." He smirked at Kellen. "That is if they can match your speed and dexterity Mr. Stern. Otherwise it shall be like Troy. Inevitable conquer."

Oh no! Pierre thought to himself as Ziva passed out in his arms. He looked around frantically for Lawson. He didn't want to just up and leave the lesson without an explanation. Especially since he had gotten on Lawson's nerves earlier. "Professor Lawson!" He said loud enough so that Lawson could hear him over all of the chatter in the room.

Putting her foot down she rolled her eyes playfully at her friend. This was gonna be harder that she thought if Allison insited on being stuborn about it. "Allison no I'm not. I have faith in you, I know you can do it. Look I'll tap it straight to you so all you have to do is stand still and let your body stop the ball. Make sure your feet are together."Arya decided to take it a half-step at a time. Preparing to tap the ball she looked questionally at Allison. "Do you trust me Allison?"

"Exactly.It's something Professor Lawson wants us to practice...and watch.Good enough excuse, no?" Laughing, Sarah pulled up her sleeves and thanked merlin she had worn her comfortable trainers for this.Normal school shoes would not have worked.

Keeping her eyes trained on the ball...she really was getting into this...Sarah nodded her approval as Chris got ready to kick it back.Harder.Wow..so hard!

"Woah!" Sarah gasped as it lifted off the ground more than intended.Turning sideways, the ball collided with her thigh and went rolling a few feet away. "That was certainly harder," she giggled, trotting off to retrieve it.

Rolling it gently across the floor with her right foot, Sarah dodged the other teams, and found her spot back where she started. "Perhaps a little less lift, a little more....Ommph?" Yeah, that was a word.She was sure of it. "Lets try side footing it..." she grinned, getting herself in position, and bunting it back to her partner, with a little force.

She was sorta hoping they got around to playing with goalies, like in a penalty shootout.Now THAT would be fun.

Benjamin ignored all thier comments on his good kick and rushed over to Ziva. "I am sooo sooo sooo so so so so sooooo sorry! Ohmigod! I'm soo sorry!" It was like a loop, a broken record, he went on and on. But then it seemed to get worse. "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" He began to panic.

But then she fainted. "OHMIGOD! PROFESSOR!" He was much too preoccupied to even wonder who 'Asher' was. He rushed to help keep Ziva off the ground and continued panicking. "She's DYING. OHMIGOD."

Satine smiled nervously at Tobias as the ball rolled, no well kind of zoomed towards him. She was a little bit nervous about playing this soccer football thing. She wasn't athletic outside of dancing and this looked like a game of kickball on steroids. She glanced off towards the other groups to see what they were doing and then saw a blur of white and black breeze past her.

She looked at Tobias kind of lost, "O, ummmm, I guess I should go get that." she said as she turned and ran after the ball that had stopped a few feet away. She tried to run as athletically as she could but with all her dance training it looked more like gliding.

Once at the ball she glanced at Iris, "Okay, here it comes Iris." she said. Satine's right foot kicked up towards the back and then she brought it down as hard as she could trying to kick the ball and then

BAM!!!!

Satine had missed the ball completely and landed on the ground...flat on her butt...with a little...

EEP!!! as she fell...

When the shock wore off she glanced around quickly to see who had seen her. Her purple hair was everywhere and there was grass in it. After a few seconds, she quickly jumped up laughing almost hysterically.

Through the laughing, she quickly tapped the ball towards Iris direction. It didn't roll the whole and stopped a few feet in front of Iris, but Satine just couldn't focus after her fall. She quickly wiped off her robes and her legs of the dirt and ran, no glided once again, back to the group as dignified as she could while still laughing. She was still picking grass out of her hair when she finally stopped within her group.

Pierre watched as Benjamin ran over and started to completely freak out. Now he knew that he would have to stay calm because of how Benjamin was reacting. Especially about the whole dying thing. "She's not dying. She just passed out. Must not have a high tolerence for pain or just got hit in the wrong spot."

"Oh, I feel HORRIBLE. I'm never going to play soccer again."

What do you do when the girl you're talking to suddenly faints? And it was your own fault?

But obviously she wasn't dying. It's very much like Benjamin to create a scene. Sometimes he couldn't help it. This being one of those times.

"I'm sooo sorry, Ziva." He said to her unconscious self. "What are we supposed to do?" He asked Pierre.

Ziva, still unconscious layed in Pierre's arms as he calmly freaked out, and then as Benjamin freaked out way more. She wasn't dead, she was just passed out.

Pierre looked at Benjamin. "Don't say that. You just need to learn some more control." He really did have the potential to be a good football player.

Pierre looked down at Ziva as Benjamin apologized. Then the third year turned to face him, wanting to know what to do. "We should probably tell Professor Lawson and take her to the Hospital Wing. Just to make sure she's all right."

She should...feel the ball and be a whole with it? That was a joke right? Snickering, she didn't say anything though since she really wanted to learn how to play this sport. Josh seemed enthusiastic about it so she guessed it was worth paying attention and learning everything she could. Watching what he did with his foot and the ball, she took a step back when he kicked it towards her, even slower than when Kylie passed it to her. 'Ugh, it's just a soccer ball. Not a bludger.' she told herself mentally, putting on a determined look and taking a step towards it.

Placing her right foot on the ball like she saw Josh do, she moved her foot forward, though she went too far and her foot fell forward off the ball. Stupid ball. STAY! Frowning, Evelyn placed her foot harder onto the ball, practically slamming it on there so it would STAY in place, and this time she barely moved her foot forwards, backwards, side to side like he had done. Yay, her foot stayed on the ball. She was a little shaky at it, but at least she had done it. Pfft, course she could do it. Looking up to Josh, a small nervous smile since he was like, the master at this from the looks of it, she held her hands behind her back, waiting for whatever instructions next. She'd worked on this 'technique' thing later...

Woah, what? Someone was dying? You could die from this sport!? WHAT!?

"Control? Right. Like right now. I need to calm down." He turned to Pierre. "I need to calm down don't I? Yeah, I need to calm down." He was speaking way too fast.

Deep breath. Be calm. She's not dead. Pierre said so.

"Yeah. Yeah, Hospital Wing. I don't like hospitals..." He felt himself calm down, the speed of his voice slowing down. "Who do you suppose Asher is?"