It didn't surprise Mo that West's quaffle was caught. Well, it did surprise him, honestly, because West was fast and had the best poker face of anyone Mo'd ever played against. Even knowing him for years and year, Mo would choose the wrong hoop 8 out of 10 times when keeping against his mate. But he wasn't really surprised, because the first shot never went in. It was science.

The next one would, though, or so Mo hoped... it was nearly time for their tryout to end, and they'd only made a few runs at the goal. Had he done anything impressive at all? If any of these coaches or owners or managers were looking for a chaser... were they looking at him?

Mo dropped down to snag the discarded Quaffle, and then he sailed up the pitch with it. By himself. "Midfield alley oop," he called over his shoulder, trusting again that West and Theo would know to get themselves into position near a hoop. The moment he hit midfield, Mo spun his broom, using the momentum of the turn to fling the Quaffle back down toward the hoops. And his waiting 'teammates'.