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Post by Alyssa Rose Matthews on Jun 14, 2008 23:38:41 GMT -5
Allie laughed, "Hardly would I ask those Gryffindor things." Allie started to get her attitude back, "just don't inturpt our practice." She mounts her broom and flys back.
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Post by Gwenllian MacKendrick on Jun 16, 2008 8:56:00 GMT -5
Gwen smirked as Allie was distracted by Luke walking onto the pitch. She flew under the keeper and kicked to quaffle out of Allie's arms as she flew back. She dived to catch it and passed Luke closely before flying towards the hoops. With a broad smile on her face.
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Post by Alyssa Rose Matthews on Jun 16, 2008 11:46:02 GMT -5
Allie flies around to her hoop, "Distractions... They always get me." She laughs.
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Post by Gwenllian MacKendrick on Jun 16, 2008 20:25:45 GMT -5
Gwenllian stuck out her tongue slightly in concentration. She aimed and threw the quaffle at the left hand hoop while corkscrewing towards it, she found it gave the ball just the right amount of spin. This time she knew the ball was flying fast and hard towards the center of the golden ring. She always added a little pizazz to her flying for an audience.
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Post by Alyssa Rose Matthews on Jun 16, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5
Allie held out her hand for the quaffle, but it was flying to hard. Hitting her in the head, Allie falls off her broom.
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