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MuggleBornWitch3 
"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.
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.
Cale turned and smiled at her from across the pitch. "Well,
you're the one watching me right
now!" he called out. "So it seems like someone else has their head in the clouds too, doesn't it?" he added playfully. He then turned to Maddox, who he judged was a safe distance away from his stench. "I'm open!" he called, hoping he could make himself useful. He did need practice for the next match, after all.
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Maddox turned back and yelled at her, "The cookies make you fart!" He chuckled and kept on flying. He had a feeling it would all click in her head once she understood what he said. He just laughed and kept on flying.
Cale's mouth fell open in horror. NUUUUU! He'd been outted! Feeling his cheeks burn, he did another random nose dive and sped off to the opposite end of the pitch near Ryan. Ewwww. Wrong choice. The poor Ravenclaw smelled just as bad as he did.