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Holmesian Feline · 09-15-2014, 02:59 AM

Let it happen...let it happen.

Those words floated through his mind out of nowhere as Benny continued to watch the pseudo-snitch. Back and forth...back and forth it flittered and the fourth year did his best to follow it with his gaze. It certainly seemed easier now then during a real match with a real snitch but then he'd be watching out for bludgers mostly instead.

He felt his thoughts drift and the picture became a little hazier. Ben blinked in hopes of clearing it up but it only proceeded to move further away from his grasp. With a few final flitters, the snitch flew off and disappeared and the lion began to notice more of what was around him. Sounds...sights...smells.

When had that house-elf arrived? Were those cookies?

Benny shook his head as his head finally cleared. Right...he soooo had to write it down. Picking up a quill, he jotted down what he had seen. He had to have proof it was true lest his memories make up tales.

Quote:

Scrying
Golden Snitch...hovering and flying and heading away in direction away from my right arm.

09-15-2014, 02:59 AM	#367 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Acromantula Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,501 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Simone Stone Graduated x8 x8	Post 6 Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror Let it happen...let it happen. Those words floated through his mind out of nowhere as Benny continued to watch the pseudo-snitch. Back and forth...back and forth it flittered and the fourth year did his best to follow it with his gaze. It certainly seemed easier now then during a real match with a real snitch but then he'd be watching out for bludgers mostly instead. He felt his thoughts drift and the picture became a little hazier. Ben blinked in hopes of clearing it up but it only proceeded to move further away from his grasp. With a few final flitters, the snitch flew off and disappeared and the lion began to notice more of what was around him. Sounds...sights...smells. When had that house-elf arrived? Were those cookies? Benny shook his head as his head finally cleared. Right...he soooo had to write it down. Picking up a quill, he jotted down what he had seen. He had to have proof it was true lest his memories make up tales. Quote: Scrying Golden Snitch...hovering and flying and heading away in direction away from my right arm. __________________