Awar nodded at Mo as she spotted a yellow meteor about to pass above. She attempted to boost herself up and stretched out her arm. It was like slow motion as it approached. INSERT DRAMATIC MUSIC HEEERREE...NOOOOO!! The meteor bounced off the top of her glove, but it was enough to send her backwards a bit. She flailed her arms, unknowing where she was heading, and sure enough she bumped into something or someone.

Someone. She turned to see who she had hit. She peered into the protective gear of the person. GASP. She recognized him as a 7th year in her house. A rather cute, 7th year. "Errr...Sorry!" Doggy-paddle away before you die of embarrassment!