Before she knew it, she was flying through the fourth, fifth, and sixth barrels, however, her attention slipped away just a little bit each time and was focused more on the entire barrel itself instead of flying through the smallish opening.

Going through the seventh barrel finally had her hitting her shoulder on the side just as she left, causing her to fumble with the quaffle. Darn thing! Just...why couldn't there be a gripping charm on it, hmmm? Since they weren't playing the ACTUAL game anyway...

OMG her robe was on fire!

Wait, no, it went out.

Good Merlin, she was going to have a panic attack. Hit shoulder, dropped quaffle, clothes on fire...she supposed she was thankful she wasn't playing in the upcoming quidditch game. Hehe. Back to flying!