 #2 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
It felt as if as soon as that Quaffle had left her proximity, she heard her name and there was that ball returning back to her. Oh, so Henry wanted to play. Alright, that was perfect for her. Actually it was a pretty good idea; they might aswell train their coordination while they were here. Leaning against the handle of her broomstick once more, Daisy shot off towards the thrown ball and caught with her left arm.
... the goal posts were right there. Trying to score wasn't really part of the game, was it? Alrighty then.
The Slytherin zoomed after her teammate, the struggling ball trying to escape her grip. The problem with not bringing your top of line, new broomstick to school --thanks, Dad -- was that it was decidely harder to catch Henry, so Daisy had to get creative. Like cutting the corner near the goal hoops and flying in a straight line. "Yo, Henry." She threw the ball back at him in a diagonal line and rejoined the flock of students. Just as she did that, another ball appeared in her line of vision and Daisy quickly swerved right to avoid it. |