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Waddles · 01-22-2022, 05:04 AM

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Originally Posted by LilFox06

This. Was. Hard. Blake hated it. Blake hated it so much. Why did being friends with an ex suck so much?

He nodded as he took a few steps back. He glanced between her and the pendulum, being sure she was out of the way, before kicking it over.

He then opened his mouth to ask how she was... and then decided against it. He thought for a few more seconds before asking something that was relatively safe. "How's quidditch practice going?" He assumed she was practicing during the year again.

She hated this, too. Keeping one eye on the pendulum, she stepped in front of the football to stop it. Half expecting to pass the football back and forth in silence, she was surprised by the question. They were making small talk now?

Margaret shrugged. "It's good. That's where I was going to go." Before she'd changed her mind. To play football instead. "How's tennis?"

There were probably a dozen other things she could ask him about but, if he was skipping to sports, she would too. She kicked the ball back toward him.

01-22-2022, 05:04 AM	#9 (permalink)
Waddles DMGS & DMLE Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,561 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Eulalia Walles (#F48037) Hufflepuff Fourth Year Ministry RPG Name: Gabriel Hawthorne-Melo #47316F Law Enforcement	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by LilFox06 This. Was. Hard. Blake hated it. Blake hated it so much. Why did being friends with an ex suck so much? He nodded as he took a few steps back. He glanced between her and the pendulum, being sure she was out of the way, before kicking it over. He then opened his mouth to ask how she was... and then decided against it. He thought for a few more seconds before asking something that was relatively safe. "How's quidditch practice going?" He assumed she was practicing during the year again. She hated this, too. Keeping one eye on the pendulum, she stepped in front of the football to stop it. Half expecting to pass the football back and forth in silence, she was surprised by the question. They were making small talk now? Margaret shrugged. *"It's good. That's where I was going* to go." Before she'd changed her mind. To play football instead. "How's tennis?"** There were probably a dozen other things she could ask him about but, if he was skipping to sports, she would too. She kicked the ball back toward him. __________________