Theodore didn't wanna act too excited over his first catch, since he wasn't no boaster. AND he didn't want people to think he had struggled with that. God forbid. He needed to recruit a fan base for his upcoming Quidditch season, so they couldn't be thinking he was some sissy.

Besides this was easy.

Or... at least at medium difficulty.

Trying to refrain from growling at anyone else who was catching up all of the meteors, Theodore took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on one to follow. And if any kind of Ravenclaw tried to snatch it, he would be read to hit them with his already caught rock.

Uh-huh, he wasn't afraid to do that. A few moments later, he spotted one, and did a few roley poleys in the air to get going. Was this starting to get FUN? It certainly made the idea of being an astronaut a lot better. It was pretty awesome anyway.

BOOShhh.

Oh, a wall.

Got a little excited there, but he was okay! Soldiering on, like he did SO well in regular life. Cos you know, life of an angsty thirteen-year-old was hard. Especially when you were Theodore. Kid had it bad.

He KICKED the air behind him, rocketing himself forwards and towards a big rock that was going in the other direction. That helped, because there was no way it could whack him in the face if it was going the other way. Just a little furtheeeeeeeeeeeer! Theodore closed his hands over the last rock, then quickly checked that the first rock was still firmly in his pocket.

WOOH, that was... easy. Now what? Just hover in the air till everyone else hurried along?

He awkwardly looked at Ella hovering. Awkward, moment was awkward.