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Anna Banana
With her body still leaning forward and her focus on the goal post ahead, Sierra continued on, her eyes occasionally flickering to her surroundings to watch for other students. If this was a Quidditch match, she'd be unstoppable! She just knew it! Or she hoped so, really. Then again, it may be just the fact that this was more of a leisure ride and less of a strenuous match that gave her so much confidence.
A Hufflepuff flying into her line of vision distracted her from the goalpost she was so close to. She sat upright on her broom and focused her attention completely on the boy flying straight towards her. He was going to veer off to the left or right, wasn't he? Wasn't he?!?!
Move kid!
They were about to collide, so with her eyes wide open in horror, Sierra steered her broom to the left and hoped to Merlin she'd get away from him in the right amount of time. "Steer to your left! Steer to your left!" she called out, her voice possibly getting carried away in the wind.
Left? LEFT? Which way was left? Oh that's right, the hand he had at the front. He suddenly swerved to the left. Coming to a sudden halt. Darn. A little to much turning. He closed his eyes, and held his breath. How he hoped she had missed him. Don't crash. Don't crash.
"I'm Conan," he called, to the passing girl. Well why not? It was a meeting after all. Even if it was a collision.