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Kale walked down to the lawn with his Sienna Storm still strapped to his shoulder, beaters bat in his hand and his pack hanging from his back, he was really bummed out that the game ended up being cancelled because of lack of players on the opposing team.
Kale tossed his pack onto the floor and sat on the grass, the lawn was empty; thanks to everyone still loitering around at the quidditch pitch. Sitting under the shade of the tree, he twiddled his thumbs; thinking about nothing in general.
Kale tossed his pack onto the floor and sat on the grass, the lawn was empty; thanks to everyone still loitering around at the quidditch pitch. Sitting under the shade of the tree, he twiddled his thumbs; thinking about nothing in general.