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Nordic Witch
Sophie tilted her head to the side as she eyed her brother thoughtfully. "I don’t believe you. You don’t look half bad so you must have had some girlfriends over the years?" she asked. Orlando looked good so she doubted very much regardless of what he stated that he scared girls’s away.
O.o
She didn’t even think of it that way. Impressions were everything and bad ones could lead to bad rumours so she understood why her brother didn’t bowl with other guys. Sticking her tongue out at him she grabbed a new ball. "I hope you’re right."
When Orlando yelped in pain Sophie almost dropped her ball in fright. Were the ball’s evil? Eyeing her own ball suspiciously she watched how Orlando with more expertise swung his ball down the court. It looked good for hitting a few pins before it landed it swerved and landed in the gutter. Not feeling as bad since her brother had made a lousy first attempt too, Sophie tried again.
This time the ball knocked over a few pins. "Yey!" she exclaimed happily. "I knew I could aim even if i never really made it onto the my house team at Hogwarts."
Chuckling he looked over at his little sister. "Girls yes, girlfriends, no not really." Trying out another
head ball he held it trying to find the balance if it would work or not. "Guess I just haven't really settled down enough to get serious, most girls want a guy that'll stick around awhile." He had been in England for over a year now, he'd have thought that would be enough. Maybe it was him not liking commitment though. Who knows...
Grinning as she said she hoped he was right, he shrugged noncommittedly. "Well done!" he exclaimed in return when she got a few pins down. "Awww, that's too bad, the house team's always fun to play on." What else didn't he know about her? "Only played in my last year though, so I guess I can't really say anything about that." He wasn't sticking his fingers in this one til he was ready to bowl, no more trapped fingers if he could help it!
Heading back to the pins that were sitting there waiting for him to knock them down, he stepped up. Sticking his fingers into the holes he swung his arm back and swung it forward letting go. Rolling...rolling...rolling...HEY it might hit the...PINS! WHERE...."GAH!" everyone of the pins moved to the other side away from the ball and remained standing. "Is there a rule of the shopkeeper not playing?" he muttered. Why couldn't he hit any pins?