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Talikins 
Blink. Blink.
So he didn't need help anymore then? The red head pouted at him for a moment, spotted the meteor coming his way and decided to let him be because there was not a chance she'd risk getting hit in anyway by meteor like that. She was going down. She wasn't sure how but she wanted to head down, closer to the ground.
Suddenly Dylan was pinging off another wall, the meteor having pushed him forward. Merlin, this was so bloody uncomfortable...Not to mention FRUSTRATING. All he wanted to do was go UP and catch his yellow meteor. The blue one was still grasped tightly in his glove...
Then it occurred to him...How was he supposed to grab ANOTHER one when the first was still occupying the glove? How? It didn't make much sense...Unless the Slytherin maneuvered and juggled them around...Perhaps he could catch the last with his chest...Maybe he could cup his hands and...when he seen one coming, whirl around and grasp it WITH the blue one...
Obviously the lack of gravity was effecting his brain, too...
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xXxPandora She would've liked to drift around and just hit random people just for the sake of it, but seeing the time on her wristwatch, the Ravenclaw then had second thoughts. Less than ten minutes left and she still didn't have a blue meteor.
That meant she had to get to work.
And so as soon as she hit what seemed like the wall, she shifted before bending her legs as she kicked off for a slight boost, surging her way through her classmates who were bumping with each other.
And then....BLUE METEOR!
There it was, flying towards her.
Good. Come here, you little piece of awesomeness.
As it neared, Beezus readied her gloved hand and once it was within reach, she extended her arm..... THUMP! Unfortunately, somebody collided right unto her, hitting her shoulder with force and sending her floating off away from her meteor right towards another someone she didn't bother knowing identifying.
Drat. Her meteor. And her shoulder.
Suddenly he was crashing into something else....UGH...His body jolted...and he was spinning again...WHY couldn't he control himself? This was getting REALLY annoying. The Slytherin wanted back down on the ground NOW.
One good thing...He was sailing upward, again. Yep, he'd be taking advantage of that...
...but in his upward spiral, his body turned in such a way that he was now facing the person he'd unknowingly assaulted. Dylan grimaced.
Beezus.
"I didn't mean to..."......but he was moving too far away for her to hear, probably....Or maybe she did. The Captain couldn't be sure. Everything was confusing and weird. HE DID NOT LIKE THIS...or maybe he just needed astronaut-walking lessons. He'd be inquiring about that after class, ALSO, Professor Flamsteed.
Mission. Yellow Meteor.
You. Are. Mine...