Helia Ollivander
Keeper of Keys
Ravenclaw Graduate
You know me through and through...
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Post by Helia Ollivander on Jun 17, 2006 23:03:15 GMT
Helia smiled, she had sensed there was something going on between Grace and Gully but her un-sureness now confirmed it. "Sure, I'll bait you tackle. Fly over there near the goals." she said as she moved into postion in front of the goals, "Hey Bog, you can fly well but can you score?" she asked in a teasing manner.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 23:12:05 GMT
Grace heared what Helia asked, brilliant! So she flew to the goal posts and waited...
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 18, 2006 10:27:49 GMT
"oho can I score, can I score eh, of course I can score!" Boggleworth said sarcastically "that's if you'll let me score!" he teased as he suddenly darted past Helia and headed for the goal
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 18, 2006 11:46:42 GMT
Grace came out of nowhere and flew over the front of Bog's broom then loop-d-looped round and tackled the ball away from him. She flew to towards Helia and shot her the ball.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 18, 2006 11:52:40 GMT
Boggleworth grimaced oh well they're too good for me he thought
"you're too good, just too good, but I'll keep trying!" shouted Boggleworth cheerfully
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Helia Ollivander
Keeper of Keys
Ravenclaw Graduate
You know me through and through...
Posts: 1,746
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Post by Helia Ollivander on Jun 18, 2006 22:22:47 GMT
She caught the ball and threw it back at Grace, "Hey, if you're gonna play Ravenclaw you'll need to practice Bog." she said teasingly. "But I guess there's always room for improvement with everyone, eh?"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 19, 2006 16:09:42 GMT
"too true, too true!" said Boggleworth "I am pretty dreadful, but how do you know that I'm not just pretending to be bad, so I can surprise you in a match!" laughed Boggleworth readying himself to tackle Grace
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 21:09:37 GMT
"Let's just hope your true colours shine when we play," Grace said tossing the ball from one hand to the next, "otherwise... who knows, we might even loose!" Grace was suddenly in a sour mood. She shook it off by loop-de-looping around Bog and flying past Helia heading for the goals.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 30, 2006 18:14:13 GMT
"ah they'll come through don't you worry! and you don't need me anyway!" he smiled and flew hard on the heels of Grace trying to stop her scoring
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 18:52:41 GMT
Grace looked back and saw Bog hot on her heals. 30feet, 25, 20. She looked ahead and saw the goals. She erged her Nimbus2001 to go a little faster. She neared the right hoop and shot.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 30, 2006 18:59:34 GMT
Boggleworth smiled as Grace scored and he gave a cheer "yeah! go Grace!" he then swooped down and gathered up the quaffle and began to race towards the opposite goal.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 19:33:46 GMT
Grace changed coarse and set her broom towards the other goals. She was very fast on her broom. But I'm goally, she thought, that's where I have to be before Bog get's there. She held her chest against the wood of her broom and sped up.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 30, 2006 19:39:44 GMT
Boggleworth's old broom wasn't built for speed but for manouverability so Grace wasily raced ahead of him, he darted in and out nearing the goal posts ready to shoot, swooping left then right he suddenly flung the quaffle as hard as he could towards the left goal. Grace should get that he thought or maybe not
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 19:58:18 GMT
Grace saw the diversion in Bog flying left then right. He's going to go left, she thought. She flew left and so did the quaffle, she cought it and turned. "Try that again, please," she asked tossing him the quaffle and hovered between the left and center hoops.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 30, 2006 20:02:28 GMT
Boggleworth chuckled he knew Grace was going to be good, this time he tried something different, he caught the quaffle and flew straight towards Grace then flung the quaffle dead centre.
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