This was awesome! He'd already caught two quaffles, and since the professor hadn't called time yet, he could still catch plenty more! He made a goal of trying to catch at least seven of the quaffles he encountered. The rest he MIGHT be able to catch, but he at least wanted to avoid getting slammed in the head by any of them.

Brent leaned forward on his broom and rounded the pitch again.

He'd almost made it all the way around again, when he came across a group of quaffles flying together of all things. Cool! This was his chance right here! He headed in that direction with his eyes on the prize...err, prizes in this case. He could only manage snatching up one of them right now. He zoomed up close to the quaffles and snatched one clear out of the air.

SCORE!

If he allowed himself to, he could easily jump right on into a daydream and pretend he was actually on a team, playing a game, and scoring right about now. He released that quaffle and rounded on a second time. He was so much in the zone, that he was able to snatch that one clear out of the air, too.

SIX QUAFFLES!