 Wowza!
Willow who had been. . . in Willowland, for there was no other to desribe why she had been so out of it, at last snapped back to reality, and it only took her a few seconds to realize what was going on.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had she decided to start to DAYDREAM, for crying out loud? Hopefully this would NOT happen during Quidditch. . .
. . . She shuddered. No, it would not happen.
Stirring to the left, Willow watched the ball going back and forth between her teammates and the Gryffinpuffs. Or was it Huffledors? Eh, she didn't care.
What mattered right now, though, was to get the blasted ball and take some people out.
And. . . Lyra Noir was a mess. Sure Willow didn't dislike the girl -shocking, I know- but that didn't mean she could not smirk due to the way the Hufflepuff looked.
FOCUS!
Ball. Right.
And so she contined to look for it.
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