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Cassirin 
Mo slapped West's hand with only a little celebration. It was brilliant that West had scored, and Mo was pleased as anything that he'd been able to assist. But... it wasn't over yet by a long shot, and they were running out of time. He wanted a chance to get one past Salvatore, and Theo deserved a chance too.
While West took the lead, Mo dropped into position, ready to grab the Quaffle as it was passed on to Theo, who left it behind in an amazing feint. So it was Mo's now, and he debated making a run for the goal or passing it again. His ego wanted him to runrunRUN, but Mo's instincts were honed enough to let him ignore that voice. He tossed the Quaffle, knowing West was in the air above him, and Mo dove for the far hoop, opposite Theo. Now West had options, depending on what Salvatore did.
West got the Quaffle with fingertips and swerved back around. It was a good thing he wasn't a glory hog, right? He sure wasn't dumb enough to take the risk of trying to score from where he currently was, and while he would usually have busted the Quaffle into Theo's waiting hands he wanted to go for the more unexpected approach so in the split second between snagging it with his fingertips and getting a good grip on it, he decided and used his momentum to send the Quaffle sailing after Mo, though his eyes remained on Theodore, as did his broom's apparent angle of intent. Enough of a feint to buy Mo a moment maybe? They'd soon see.