“Thanks, Captain!” She was hovering near the starting line, ready to make her second attempt at the course. Daisy had zipped out first and was doing a fantastic job of her second go round. “Ready, set, go!” She yelled as she sprinted towards the first set of obstacles. The barrier walls had met their match. Her body was low as she maneuvered left and right, dodging the barriers and keeping as close to a straight trajectory as possible. The more she wiggled, the more time it would take to conquer the course.

Her determination didn’t waver as she blasted past the final barrier and bolted forward to snag a quaffle. This time she was able to grab it on the first try. Barely slowing enough to make the turn, she pivoted mid-air and hurtled the quaffle with her left hand, up over her head and towards the center hoop. “Score!” she cheered as her broom finished the turn and sprinted towards the middle of the pitch. The coronas were next and she wasn’t going to touch one this time though.

Her mind stayed focus, her body tight to her broom, as she finished the sprint and headed into the first corona. A slight lean to the left took her though the dead center of the next. Her slight hip movements carried her through the remaining coronas, left then right, minor movements and just fast enough to keep up her time, but not so fast to lose control.