Just as Sierra flew near the area where the spectators were seated, she heard the sound of someone calling her name, almost as if the voice was being carried to her by the wind itself.

Hmm, whaaa?

She glanced around, finally spotting Jake Morgan, still lounged out in his chair, but now cheering for her as she rode past. Well, at least there was cheering and not laughing. Or maybe Jake was trying to alert her that a bird was about to poop on her head? Her attention turned from Jake to her immediate surroundings as she checked to make sure no bird was about to use her to do its business.

Safe from any possible poop, for now, Sierra glanced ahead and rounded another corner, making sure to properly steer her broom in the right direction. She lowered herself toward the handle, adjusting her speed just a little. Her broom carried on, and she tried out a few position changes by turning the handle slightly to the left and then to the right. She was trying to get a feel for how it'd be out on the field during a real Quidditch match, when she'd undoubtedly have to dart from left to right to dodge bludgers.

Reaching the opposite end, she steered her broom around and headed off in the opposite direction.