Characters: Adelaide Legaux and Abernathy Ford
Setting: Far end of the Quod Field, late afternoon
Content: Three guesses.
Summary: Adelaide is holding an explosive object. Abernathy walks into view. The expected happens.

Adelaide liked Quodpot training. Obviously a lot more than the rest of her team did, anyway, which is why she often found herself alone in a corner of the field trying to outwit a ball that was enchanted to explode at completely random intervals. She was certain though that despite the 'randomness', she could somehow become attuned to the quod well enough that she could make an educated guess as to when that explosion might be forthcoming.

At any rate, the meditative quality of training was very soothing to her agitated mind. It was probably as close to religious practice as she'd been in a very long time. Obey the ball. Fear the ball. Be one with the ball. She could read the ball, maybe if she treated it as an extension of her body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a figure walking along the edge of the field, pointedly ignoring her. Abernathy fucking Ford. A little twitch of hatred flickered up in her, and she flung the quod as hard as she could over that way. It beaned the junior square in the head, exploding right by her ear. Just as Addy would have willed it to do had it actually been an extension of her body.

"Well?" She bellowed over. "It's not going to throw itself back!"

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