Pierre watched as Benjamin tried to calm himself down. It seemed to work because his last statement was a lot calmer. He shrugged his shoulders. "I think he might be her brother. She mentioned him when we met in Diagon Alley." He looked around frantically for Lawson.

What was with these students? Lawson had assumed that teaching Muggle Studies that it would be rather simple but nooooooo, he was having more drama in this class then all of his DADA classes over the last two years.

With a flick of his wand, he conjured a whistle and put it to his lips and blew very hard,
TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

"JOSHUA CARTER!! Up to the front right now." Merlin's beard what was wrong with that boy? "You too Jake" he called out looking over to the Huffie that had blood dripping from his nose.

Turning towards the group of three that were just to the right of him and he pointed hiss finger at the girl, "Ziva do you need the hospital wing?"

Marcus was just sliiiiightly exasperated right now. "Okay. Seriously if you all followed my directions there should be no injuries whatsoever. I said to dribble the ball and pass it to a member in your group, NOT kick the crap out of it." He threw his hands up in the air and looked around at each of the students. It was a ball for goodness sakes how could that possibly hurt?

"And for those of you who aren't partcipating in the class, I have taken down your names and if you don't start joining in then I am going to have some very unpleasant jobs for you to do."

Emily walked over to Allison and Arya. "Hey guys," she said. "Can I join you or do you already have to many people?"

"His nose is broken sir." Celandine indicated Jake, her face paling somewhat. She wasn't being counted as not participating was she?

Oh jeez. Did Cela say BROKEN?! JEEEEZ.

NOWAII.

With the tiniest of whimpers, Jake looked around for Lawson, ignoring the evil Gryffindor who'd broken his face. He was very comforted by the hug, however, and leant into it for as long as he could. STUPID FACE!

The whistle made Jake jump out of his skin, metaphorically speaking. He looked to the man with fear in his eyes. Was he seriously in trouble for this?

Using the wall to help him get up, Jake raised the handkerchief to his nose again, stepping nervously to the front of the room, trying hard to avoid Josh. Feeling himself trembling, Jake stood and looked out over the room. Dude, he wanted OUT.

Pierre looked at Ziva, who hadn't responded to Lawson's question. Her eyes were still closed. "Professor, she fainted after she got hit in the gut really hard with a ball. She hasn't snapped out of it yet." He really hoped Lawson wouldn't snap at him. He was just the messenger after all.

"Uhm, professor. She's sort of unconscious, so yes, I'm going to have to say that she needs the hospital wing." Benjamin lifted Ziva up a little as she was sorta slipping, but it seemed Pierre barely needed help holding her up anyhow...

Oliver shielded his eyes as if looking towards the sun and shrugged as he looked down at her feet. “They're almost too small to see from here.” Chortle.

Smirk.

He rolled his eyes when she asked that question. He thought this girl was a half blood – she sounded worse than his pureblood half-siblings right now. He waved his arm as if to say, 'nevermind' just as she said the word.

He watched the ball roll over to Miranda and grinned when she stopped it with her foot. He gave her a one handed thumbs up. “Great. Well done.” He congratulated her sincerely. He smiled at her as she passed the ball back and stopped it with the side of his foot. Well.. this was a bit dull, eh? He carefully kicked the ball back towards Miranda, looking away when heard a commotion from somewhere else in the room. Woah.. a girl was passed out and.. eh? Someone with superhuman strength must have kicked that ball... or she was just soft as hell. Oliver's face cracked into an amused smile and he looked at Miranda, nodding in the passed out person's direction. “If I'm up against this lot at Quidditch tryouts, I'll be just fine.” He smirked at her. hehe.

Then the professor blew his whistle and he looked over Miranda and beckoned her over. “Fancy practising some dribbling now?”

"Well we already have four people, but you could ask Professor Lawson if it ok to have five in a group."She looked away from Allison and over to Lawson, who seemed upset by the fact so many were getting injured just by kicking soccer balls. She herself didn't know how they had gotten injured either, it was just a ball full of air.Worry crossed her face when she saw that Jake was bleeding from the nose. I hope he's alright.

A game for boys? Privately, Kiri thought that that was one of the silliest reasons she'd ever heard for not participating in something. Giving up one's education, constantly ending up with injuries, being too old for the sport at 35, the fear of replacement by more agile athletes... Those would be reasons to think twice about taking up a sport, but "a game for boys"? No way. Quidditch was considered a boys' game by some, and Kiri could probably prod their buttocks on the Pitch. All over the Pitch.

"Kiri," said Kiri, brushing back her hair to look up at the other girl. "And I would think twice about giving up football for a reason like that. I mean, if you're having fun and-..." She couldn't continue because, at that moment, a shrill whistle rang out through the classroom. Kiri grabbed the ball and rose smoothly to her feet to look at Professor Lawson who was standing a few metres away, whistle in his hand.

There was a lull in kicking and dribbling as more people stopped to see what was about to happen. Why was Jake being called to the front? For once, it looked like he wasn't the cause of some sort of commotion but merely its unfortunate endpoint. (Although (strictly speaking, he was, namely of the one following his injury.)

Kiri stood still, waiting on the professor to tell them to continue or proceed to the next part of the lesson. Maybe it was time to wrap it completely, she'd lost track of the time.

Iris was standing nearby, but was a bit too shy to ask to join a group of students. The idea of being in trouble was rather unsettling though. Looking at the bleeding boy and unconscious girl she mumbled to no one in particular, "After they are tended to, may I join your group dribbling?" Her pale eyes studied the ground.

Brant stood wawtching for a bit, He wondered if someone would invite him to play with them, he didn't know of this muggle game.

"So," Kellen paused in playing to puzzle this out, "you throw and carry a football and kick a soccer ball? It does sound weird."

He laughed, "We haven't done any testing of speed yet, Dakest. Standing and kicking isn't how you play football, that much I know! Maybe I'll wind up more of a noodlefoot than you are!"

He winced at the sound of the whistle and looked over at the professor. Did all Hogwarts Professors carry whistles? He saw the kid with the bloody nose, and one that was apparently 'dead' according to her friend, and turned a raised eyebrow back to Sabel. All the more reason to continue playing after class.

Destiny jumped up when that whistle was blown. Gahh, she should've known not to sit down, and she surely didn't want her name written down on the parchment Lawson had. Wait, she didn't see him writing anything down! But still, she didn't want to have an unpleasant job after class. Muggle studies Lawson in mean.

She took the ball of Kylie and started 'dribbling' it. Look! She was participating! And now that Josh had to go to the front did that mean Evelyn was coming back over?

Muggle Studies is dangerous..

Dylan quickly clambered to his feet. He would stand with Jake. "Um Sir I saw the whole thing," he said, hobbling to the front. "I was sitting out, because I have hurt my ankle."

"Brent, I will join your group." Rex told him. " Kay. come with me to this group" Rex said to her. " This not bad but being from Texas, football is a real sport" he explained to Kay and Brent.

Noticing the boy standing closely Iris turned to him abruptly. "Would you like to practice with me? No need for us to get into any sort of trouble right?" She smiled shyly hoping she hadn't been too bold.

Josh tried hard to hold his laughter as Rose failed to control the ball but of course he managed not to laugh. She was Rose after all he would never laugh at her. And also there was a fact that she could beat the days out of him ig he laughed at her. Hopefully she did it pretty good the second time she tried. ''Great!'' he clapped his hands happily ''Thatz my girl! You are doing great'' She was learning so quickly, well she was smart so this should not be so surprising

''Now...'' he began but trailed of as the deafening loud whistle arised in the class followed by a loud and furious pronunciation of his name. ''Opps! I think i got the red card now'' he told Evelyn with a sad smile ''Which means a bit of trouble.'' 'Up to the front? Darn!' He was going to get detention. Nevertheless he shrugged and smirked at the Slytherin girl before making his way towards Lawson ''I'll be right back. I hope''. And once he was beside the professor he gave hima little smile. ''Err..i can explain..sir''

Celandine stood up too, though she didn't follow Jake over to Professor Lawson. She did keep shooting disapproving looks at the Gryffindor boy though.


OOC: This is just a note that Mel is having technical difficulties. SS is being all poopy for her.


... she didn't say poopy. Thems my words

Laughing Sabel shook his head. "Do you really think that is possible, Stern? I have yet to see you trip on anything." He flashed him a grin. "Must be all those Etiquette classes you took."


He was about to pass the ball back to Kellen when a rather sharp chirp sounded through the hall and froze him as stiff as a 2-by-4. Oh good lords he couldn't be in trouble again. And then the professor started yelling, causing his head to turn around and scan the hall. He blinked. There was certainly a lot of injuries going on about the student population. Soccer could be dangerous but...he caught sight of the boy with the broken nose and winced. Yeah, he knew what that felt like. First tryout football. Football, not soccer.

Letting out a small breath he turned his attention back to Kellen and gave a wide eyed shrug that said 'oh boy.' It was then that he caught sight of Brant, and grinning waved him over, not daring to call out should the Professor dissaprove of talking at the current moment.

Rex went to kick the ball and he tripped and fell on his ,well he fell down. "Just call me clumsy Rex" he told Brant and Kay.

Avery saw Rex fall. She walked over to him and said, "Are you okay? You've been getting hurt quite a bit"

Hey Rex mind if I join you? Ty asked his old friend We've kick the ball around before! Well when we weren't doing magic on it. Boy we have gotten in trouble for that a few times laughing

Natasha watched the girl seemingly decide about saying yes, until she said sure. She smiled. It was good she'd found someone to be with, Nattie just wondered if she— No, it seemed she didn't know more than her own this whole football thing. Never mind.

"Hey, I'm Natasha." She said, looking down at the ball and then back at Nancy. "No, I don't. I just kinda know basics like that you kick it into goals and stuff." She shrugged. "For now I think Professor Lawson said to just dribble it, kind of pass it gently."

Miranda huffed and narrowed her eyes at the boy. She did also look down at her feet and wondered wether they were to small... But, she guessed, getting teased for small feet was better than getting teased for looking like bigfoot.

And he waved his arm. Miranda's own arms rose a little, as if asking 'what' with a shrug, but whatever it was the boy meant had been lost. Whatever then.

But she beamed at Oliver when he gave her the thumbs up. She clasped her hand infront of her chest and... Squiggle. Ad when she kicked it back, Oliver stopped it with the inside of his foot. Impressive. And then it was coming back! Her eyes grew wide and she tried to stop it the same way like the Slytherin boy, and she sort of did, though her arms were wide apart and she looked like...a bird. She hadn't heard anything until the loud tweeting noise from the professor. Ack! It sounded like a Quidditch whistle!

But...what was that girl doing on the floor? Miranda made a face of cofusion, looking as if she thought it was ridiculous that the girl was on the floor when everyone was supposed to be 'dribbling'. Heh.

Eh? Miranda shook her head at Oliver. And then she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I didn't know you were worried." She said, trying to keep her smirk off her face. Though, this wasn't a thing she would joke about. Because being nervous about Quidditch was nothing fun. But he always seemed so secure. She walked over as Oliver beckoned her to. But... What were they doing before? "I thought we were already dribbling?" Pout.

But yes allright. "You first?"