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suzy18 
maddox was glad he hadnt had any of the cookies. He wasnt hungry at the time, and he sorta recognized them from lord borr's class. He did in fact however fly right behind Cale about 3 seconds after the gryffindor girl went to him and man did that guy stink. "Geez Mate, next time dont eat so many cookies." Said maddox with a laugh.
"Cookies?!?!" Anna yelled out, trying to ask her question loud enough so the Hufflepuff boy could hear. She didn't know who he was, and she didn't
think she'd ever seen him around. "What do cookies have to do with anything? He only had one..." Geez, Anna could be a tad on the defensive side when it came to Cale. Even over something as trivial as cookies. Whatever
they had to do with the current game.
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Lissy Longbottom Cale rolled his eyes at the Hufflepuff boy, whose name he still could not remember. It started with an M, he was pretty sure. "I only had one," he said with a sheepish smile as his cheeks started to heat up. Oh lordy, this whole situation was embarrassing.
He looked over in Anna's direction and frowned. "Sorry," he called out to her. A second later, the bludger she had just dodged was headed straight for his head. Going into a nose dive, he flew down about ten feet to get himself out of the way of the bludger, then remembered he was supposed to be playing Quidditch. DUH! Get your head in the game Newell! he thought to himself.
He flew past Anna once more, his eyes shut tight, praying that he was going fast enough that the atrocious smell wouldn't linger over near her. He was opposite of Ryan now, who was heading towards the hoops unchallenged.
If Anna had been on the ground and not in the air, she'd have put her hands on her hips and walked right up to Cale Newell and...hugged him, actually. That was beside the point, though. Something fishy was going on with him, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Why on Earth was he looking so embarrassed? Ugh. Boys could be confusing sometimes. "Cale!" she yelled, as she watched a bludger near about smack him, causing him to practically nose-dive to the ground. Whew. He's okay. "Get your head in the game, Newell. Otherwise you're going to let a team of girls slaughter you!" she replied. She smirked, winked, and then flew off down the pitch.