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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Friday, October 14th, 2005 / 7 p.m.
Location: Grounds, by the Whomping Willow
Open To: Anybody No more now - can't keep track of more than three in a thread!
Currently Involving: Sam, Mason, Juhi.
Laughing hysterically, Sam booted the ball up into the tree's leaves once more. He hardly had to wait a second before the ball shot back out again, rather violently and in the direction of his head.
"That's the spirit, Bill!" he called to the tree, leaping up and heading it back into the branches. "We'll make a footballer of you yet!"
Sam hadn't intended to find playing footie against a tree, but he'd learnt to take a great many things in his stride whilst at Hogwarts and so he'd just gone with it. Besides, he thought, the tree had seemed rather keen to join in and it would have been rude to refuse.
You see, the boy had been quite innocently dribbling the ball down towards the lake (he'd initially planned on a spot of squid-watching) when he'd lost control and it had rolled into the tree, only to come straight back at him at twice the speed. Laughing, he had returned it easily, only for the same to happen again. And so it had begun. So far the scores stood even.
As the ball came flying back at him once again, Sam misjudged its speed and the ball flew straight into his nose. Someone more observant might have noticed the tree's branches to raise at that moment, seemingly in celebration. Sam, however, was too busy wiping the blood away from his nose.
He tilted his head back to stop the flow, placed the ball back on the floor and kicked it up into the tree again, higher than before. "Good shot!" he yelled, still grinning. "But let's see what you do with that one eh?!"
Location: Grounds, by the Whomping Willow
Open To: Anybody No more now - can't keep track of more than three in a thread!
Currently Involving: Sam, Mason, Juhi.
Laughing hysterically, Sam booted the ball up into the tree's leaves once more. He hardly had to wait a second before the ball shot back out again, rather violently and in the direction of his head.
"That's the spirit, Bill!" he called to the tree, leaping up and heading it back into the branches. "We'll make a footballer of you yet!"
Sam hadn't intended to find playing footie against a tree, but he'd learnt to take a great many things in his stride whilst at Hogwarts and so he'd just gone with it. Besides, he thought, the tree had seemed rather keen to join in and it would have been rude to refuse.
You see, the boy had been quite innocently dribbling the ball down towards the lake (he'd initially planned on a spot of squid-watching) when he'd lost control and it had rolled into the tree, only to come straight back at him at twice the speed. Laughing, he had returned it easily, only for the same to happen again. And so it had begun. So far the scores stood even.
As the ball came flying back at him once again, Sam misjudged its speed and the ball flew straight into his nose. Someone more observant might have noticed the tree's branches to raise at that moment, seemingly in celebration. Sam, however, was too busy wiping the blood away from his nose.
He tilted his head back to stop the flow, placed the ball back on the floor and kicked it up into the tree again, higher than before. "Good shot!" he yelled, still grinning. "But let's see what you do with that one eh?!"