Hey! Mo DID steal his shot. Theodore pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, but soon shook it off because he had to have his moment. Especially now that both of the other two had scored and he hadn't. He hovered behind the hoops, and just below the keeper as West caught the quaffle. He whizzed into a position to catch and as soon as he got hold of it, he continued moving without stopping.

The quaffle was hardly under his arm for long either. Theo pulled his broom sharply upwards and booted the quaffle straight for the middle goal with his fist. Had to be quick since it was much more difficult these days to fly around unnoticed given his size. Good old days, eh?

ANYWAY, IT WAS A GOAL.

Good job, too, otherwise he would be giving Mo the cold shoulder for the rest of the afternoon.