Fresh from her first victory, Sinead felt relatively confident as she continued around the pitch, crouching lower on her broom to pick up a little speed. Flying was... well, despite herself, it was just kinda fun.

Only a few seconds after the first, a second Quaffle winged its way towards her, looking rather menacing despite all Mr McLeod's promises that they wouldn't hurt. This time, she flattened herself against the broom handle and put on a burst of acceleration which startled her, whisking herself out of the way just as the Quaffle whizzed past behind her. That was all well and good- but next thing she knew, yet another one was hurtling towards her face, and she didn't have time to do anything much except throw her hands up to protect her face, batting the ball away with her palms. Without direction, her broom gave a little lurch in the air and she was forced to grab back onto the handle with some haste. Even as she regained control (mostly) over her flying, she couldn't help thinking that one had been a little less successful.

In which case, if just flying around wasn't working out for her, maybe it was time for a change of tactics...