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Never let it be said that Zacharias Smith is observant. He's not. Well, sometimes, when it benefits him, but this wasn't one of those times. He was more interested in pay attention to what was going on in his own head.
Zacharias was basically trying to blow off steam. There was a paper due this week that he'd had a group meeting about and that had gone just this side of disastrous. He was in the process of muttering about "insufferable know-it-alls" and throwing a Muggle Frisbee just for the hell of it when he realized he really wasn't paying attention.
"Heads up!" He called out, hoping he actually warned the person the little flying disk was on it's way to hitting in the back of the head. If not, he'd feel kind of bad but it would probably be a little hilarious.
Zacharias was basically trying to blow off steam. There was a paper due this week that he'd had a group meeting about and that had gone just this side of disastrous. He was in the process of muttering about "insufferable know-it-alls" and throwing a Muggle Frisbee just for the hell of it when he realized he really wasn't paying attention.
"Heads up!" He called out, hoping he actually warned the person the little flying disk was on it's way to hitting in the back of the head. If not, he'd feel kind of bad but it would probably be a little hilarious.