Wait...whaaaa?!

Everything seemed to start happening at once, which left the Slytherin prefect wide-eyed and scrambling for her broom. She mounted it and kicked off into the air. It felt funny flying with a cauldron attached to her head. She was used to a bath in one of her hands and, well...nothing on her head. At least the professor had thought to charm the cauldrons, so it didn't feel as if they were wearing giants on top of their heads.

As the rocks rained down on them, Sierra tried to steer her broom in the direction they were coming in. She saw a few coming her way and sort of tilted her head toward them. One passed right by her face, causing her to frown and go back to a straight position on her broom. As she did this, though, she heard the distinct sound of two rocks dropping into the cauldron.

SCORE!