Blake walked into the laboratory with the box of quaffles in his hands. So this was going to be fun. He saw a few of his fellow colleagues working on some things and said a quick hello. "'Lo. I'm going to be working in one of the testing rooms if that's alright." He smiled as he made his way to one of the empty testing rooms. He quickly ripped the box open and placed the four different quaffles in front of him. They were are relatively the same size, but the appearance was quite different. Sure enough just like Rex had said they were all made out of different material.

He held up the first quaffle in his hand and tossed it up into the air and caught it when it came down. It felt pretty heavy compared to most quaffles he's worked with in the past and he was a chaser so that's saying something. Just like Rex had instructed he began to toss it some more and threw it around. Everything seemed okay except for the weight. Then he threw it at the wall and watched it come back towards him. Now to jump on it.

It wasn't an easy task, jumping on a ball, but he managed to do it and stay in one peice. He didn't slip off which meant that it wasn't too slippery. The grip felt good when he was throwing it around. Now to write down all of the results before moving on to the next quaffle. One down three more to go.

Now to move on to the second ball. This one looked nice and didn't feel heavy at all when he picked it up. Although when he tried to hold it in one hand it slowly started slipping until it fell. The ball felt a bit too smooth and that is never good. Although he immediately found these flaws he did as instructed and threw it around a bit. The ball proved to be very hard to catch because it would just ball out of his hands when he tried to catch it. Then he threw it at the wall and it seemed to be normal then. Now the one last bit is to jump on it and--

OW. Note to self, next time don't fall. Blake massaged his neck as he gave the ball an angry look. "Stupid quaffle." His feet just slipped right off it. He's talking to a ball... Blake was sure the fall had done something to his head at this point. Shaking it off he looked at his empty peice of parchment and wrote:

Blake quickly put the second quaffle in the corner and gave one last dirty look before moving on to the next quaffle. He threw this one in the air again and sighed after a few times. The texture wasn't too smooth or too rough. It was easy to grip and the weight wasn't shifty at all. He threw it at the wall and nodded his head satisfied when it came back. After jumping on it he decided that this one was his favorite and that he was going to name it Phill. "I'm not going to put you in that corner with the rest of the awful Quaffles Phill. You are special and my officially favorite out of the three I've tested."

With his new contentment after that last ball Blake walked over and picked up the next one happily. Although this one was made out of a different material the third quaffle looked pretty similar in appearance. Blake felt this was another lucky one. He tossed it back and forth from his left hand to his right and raised an eyebrow. It was a bit too rough of a texture. Then he also realized it was a bit too light. Quite the opposite from the first Quaffle. He continued to throw it around and hit it against the wall a few times before jumping on it.

He packed the balls back into the box and walked out of the testing room. He waved again to his colleagues and made his way back to his own cubicle.