Throwing another scrunched up bit of paper, Thea again jumped as Maleficent threw herself on it. Rolling her eyes, she picked her quill back up. Lying on her belly infron of the fire had not been such a good plan. It was making her tired.. very tired. Trying to come up with a new, BRILLIANT chant for the Gryffie Quidditch team was a lot harder than Thea had first thought.. But she could find Hemo nowhere.. and she had agreed to help her.

She WOULD get this done.. Gryffindor had to have a chant! Tehe.