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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Replacement' / Monday, 27 February 2006 / 8:30 PM.
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Tom Paddock
Currently Involving: James Foster
James hovered around the darkening pitch. His eyes were searching the falling darkness for his charmed quaffle which was floating somewhere for him to collect. The pitch was empty as far as James knew and he was completely focused on finishing the drill. The quaffle had been charmed to weave in and out, up and down and basically avoid James, just like an opposing player would.
His hands were cold on the handle and James once again cursed the cost of quidditch gloves. He rubbed his hands together, breathing into them at one point to assure their warmth. It was now that he spotted the ball and shot off toward it. As soon as he was in close proximity, the ball headed off in a different direction. James swore loudly. He wanted to finish already and get a hot shower. If only he could remember the bloody counter charm.
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Tom Paddock
Currently Involving: James Foster
James hovered around the darkening pitch. His eyes were searching the falling darkness for his charmed quaffle which was floating somewhere for him to collect. The pitch was empty as far as James knew and he was completely focused on finishing the drill. The quaffle had been charmed to weave in and out, up and down and basically avoid James, just like an opposing player would.
His hands were cold on the handle and James once again cursed the cost of quidditch gloves. He rubbed his hands together, breathing into them at one point to assure their warmth. It was now that he spotted the ball and shot off toward it. As soon as he was in close proximity, the ball headed off in a different direction. James swore loudly. He wanted to finish already and get a hot shower. If only he could remember the bloody counter charm.