Jupiter presses her lips into a flat line. If she's not whistling, and Trudy's not whistling, then...
"We should hurry." She returns to her ascent, slapping anything she passes on her way to the bludger in the hopes that something will turn gold. "C'mon, Trudes, get to ball touchin'."
MEMORY: Sports Ball
"We should hurry." She returns to her ascent, slapping anything she passes on her way to the bludger in the hopes that something will turn gold. "C'mon, Trudes, get to ball touchin'."