Sioni's plan made Lindsay feel better, but only because its existence meant that Hufflepuff now had a plan at all. It was a completely ridiculous sounding plan, which, instead of getting her more uptight, was actually helping her to loosen up. She felt completely dumb standing there with her eyes closed, since everyone was staring at her and she couldn't see them, and a self-conscious smile had found its way to her lips as she stood awkwardly in the self-imposed darkness. In addition to being able to locate the chasers on the pitch, her fellow players would have no trouble finding Lindsay, since every time Shane started 'Ting-a-Linging' she found herself unable to contain an embarrassed sort of giggle.  It was like call and response. They may as well have been singing some crazy folk song. On top of it all, it appeared to be time to communally make fun of Pete, which actually made her smile when she might have ordinarily felt annoyed. She couldn't help herself. This didn't feel like the moments before a quidditch match – it felt like a day at the circus following a sleepless night. It was all so bizarre and nonsensical. 

Of two things Lindsay was pretty certain – one, that somebody was going to die during this match, and two, that this plan was going to last only until the Gryffindors caught on. She couldn't speak for the whole Gryffindor team, but she knew that Pete, whatever they said about him, was a whole lot smarter than she was. If this even worked – which she wasn't particularly confident about considering they'd practiced it for all of three seconds – it would take them about a minute to catch on. She really hoped it worked. She really hoped that the Gryffindors stayed in the dark. She didn't think either thing would happen, but she hoped for both. There wasn't much else to do but hope. The alternative to hope would be worrying and panicking, and she was a lot happier giggling and getting hit in the face with gauntlets.

Even as she stepped over toward the door she was subtly getting some extra practice in. Her lips were moving silently as she went over which ridiculous code word meant what – she wanted at least a little bit of muscle memory, so her bat kept popping up, hanging the air for a moment, and then returning to her side. If she was ever going to make the proper associations it had to be now. De means right, de means right, de means right. The mantra was, frankly, getting her nervous again, as was her proximity to the door. At least in the fog nobody could be sure she was the one botching this plan. 


we don't realize our faith in the prize unless its been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it - the sacred simplicity of you at my side
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