As Maddie passed the barriers and headed toward the quaffles, she took a quick glance behind her, but this time it wasn't by mistake. This time, Maddie was checking to see if her housemates had followed suit and started the obstacle course themselves. It looked like most of them had, but she didn't stay turned around long enough to find out just who. She put all her focus into the quaffles which awaited her just ahead.

She steered her broom to fly directly toward them, and then it occurred to her that she'd have to momentarily take one hand off her broom in order to snatch up a quaffle. She felt her stomach do a little turn at the very thought of that, but then she reminded herself that if she actually made the team, she'd have to do that sort of thing all the time. Maddie checked her balance and made sure she was steady enough to take one hand off the broom. She was mentally judging a combination of her balance, her position in regards to the quaffles, and her position in regards to the goal hoops.

She wasn't exactly worried about the goal hoops. Concerned about making a point or not? Yes. But worried? Nah. She played backyard Quidditch a lot, and over the years she'd gotten pretty good with aiming and shooting. Scooping up a quaffle, she held it firmly in her hand while holding on to the broom with the other. Her gaze shifted to the first goal hoop, and she never took her eyes off it as she raised her arm, aimed, and sent the quaffle straight through the hoop.

"YES!" she cheered.