 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
At that very moment, a hastily-formed snowball came whizzing past Doyle's ear and smacked Professor Lainey in the shoulder.
Tag had intended the snowball to merely graze the two professors as a joke. . . but his aim was not so good with snowballs as with quaffles.
"Whoops," he called from the nearby tree, where he'd been sitting and collecting insects. "Ahm. . . sorry! Crazy weather we're having lately, isn't it?"
Get ready to run.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered.
Last edited by Seeker_Seven; 11-14-2007 at 06:49 PM.
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