[ Gwen has ducked as the Snitch flew at her face, grinning and almost laughing at how suddenly stupid and ridiculous this whole thing is. The Snitch dives at her again and it's a graceful gymnast's flip that puts her on the ceiling, crouched and ready to make a grab at the thing, hair coming out of her ponytail holder. She'll fix it later. For now? She has a golden ball with wings to catch. ]
If I remember my Harry Potter lore correctly, I think it's just points if you catch it. One-fifty, I believe. Oh! By your left, my right!
[ This shouldn't be too hard, right? It's just a small ball, and they're two Spider-kids. ]
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If I remember my Harry Potter lore correctly, I think it's just points if you catch it. One-fifty, I believe. Oh! By your left, my right!
[ This shouldn't be too hard, right? It's just a small ball, and they're two Spider-kids. ]