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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 22:13:35 GMT
Bog drew back the quaffle and threw. Grace wanted to go left but saw it fly straight at the middle. Grace pulled her broom up and flew in front of the quaffle. The stub of her broom hit the quaffle and it hit the edge of the center ring. It fell and hit the ring again and fell though it. Grace zoomed through the ring and caught the quaffle with one hand. With the other she pulled her broom up and faced Bog. "Nice one!" she called tossing the quaffle back to Bog and flying back to the rings. New tactic, Grace thought, hover between all three instead of staying still.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 1, 2006 19:42:33 GMT
Boggleworth defly caught the quaffle saying "why thankyou, and an excellent try at saving it!" he then begasn to fly around behind the hoops to come at a different angle.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 2, 2006 0:40:39 GMT
Grace hovered from the left hoop to the right, then up to the middle one and around again. "Stop trying to shoot and shoot already!" She was becoming impatient.
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Post by Gaia DeBoer on Jul 2, 2006 11:48:54 GMT
Gaia mounted her broom and looked up at Henry Grace and Helia already having a good practice. It was the first time she'd been on her broom since her fateful case of exploding boils. she kicked off from the ground and did a quick loop round the pitch before stopping in mid air and watching Henry and Grace. "Hi!" She called out.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 3, 2006 23:20:56 GMT
"Hi Gaia," Grace called back with a smile. "Get the quaffle away from Bog and shoot," she demanded playfully, "he's taking his time!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 4, 2006 16:03:53 GMT
Boggleworth laughed "taking my time! just you watch it! patience is a virtue anyway don't you know?" he shouted with a broad grin, as he zoomed towards the goal right towards Grace when he was within a metre he swiftly threw the quaffle towards the left hoop,
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 4, 2006 22:14:05 GMT
Grace eyed Boggleworth suspiciously, what are you going to do? she asked herself. He dashed towards her, she held the stick of her broom more tightly as she rounded the right hoop and flew to the center hoop. He raised his arm and threw the quaffle. She continued flying with a slight burst of speed. She dashed in front of the quaffle and caught it with one hand. She smiled tossed the quaffle back and called, "again! Come with some more speed this time, though." She rounded the left hoop and continued around as she had been before.
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